Book 3: The Alpha’s Daughter

Maddox

“What the fuck?”

I can’t believe what I am seeing. I feel like I’ve been transported back in time. I blink a few times, trying to figure out if what I’m looking at is real.

There are subtle differences. I can see them even at a distance. She’s a little shorter, a little thinner, not as muscular that is. Her hair is a slightly different shade of red, and her eyes are not quite the same shade as her cousins.

But from my perspective, this woman looks as near to my dead wife as anything I’ve ever seen.

And now I know what it is that Alpha Jason wants to speak to me about.

And I know what it is that Alpha Charlton was thinking when he planned this ball.

Fury builds up within me, and I squeeze my hand so tight, if I was still holding the glass, it would’ve broken. Instead, I take a deep breath, grab a glass off a tray held by a passing servant, down it, turn around, and walk right out of the ballroom, headed back to my room