THE WOLF QUEEN REBORN

PROLOGUE

The Wolf Queen

There were very few people in the world who could make Seraphina Vale lose her patience.

Supreme Alpha Blake Draven was unfortunately one of them.

"You're staring again, Draven."

Seraphina didn't look away from the documents in front of her.

Across the council table, Blake leaned lazily back in his chair.

"Am I?"

"Yes."

"Interesting."

Now she looked up.

Black hair.

Dark eyes.

Broad shoulders.

Annoyingly handsome face.

And that infuriating little smile he always wore around her.

"What exactly is interesting?"

Blake's eyes moved slowly over her face.

"That you noticed."

Seraphina narrowed her eyes.

"You've been doing it for five minutes."

"So you've been watching me long enough to know."

"I have peripheral vision."

"Of course."

She hated him.

Well.

Hate was perhaps excessive.

She strongly disliked him.

Sometimes.

Other times she imagined pushing him against a wall and-

No.

Absolutely not.

Seraphina returned to the documents.

"Can we please finish this meeting?"

Blake smiled.

"Anything for you, Your Majesty."

"Don't call me that."

"You're literally a Queen."

"It's the way you say it."

"How do I say it?"

"Like you're imagining me without the crown."

His smile widened.

Seraphina immediately regretted speaking.

Around the enormous council table, several Alphas suddenly found their documents extremely interesting.

Blake leaned forward.

"And are you?"

Seraphina stared.

"Am I what?"

"Without the crown?"

She wanted to kill him.

Instead, she smiled sweetly.

"You'll never find out."

Something dark flashed through Blake's eyes.

"Never is a long time, Seraphina."

There it was again.

Her name.

Not Queen.

Not Your Majesty.

Seraphina.

Nobody else dared speak to her like that.

Blake did.

Constantly.

And the worst part?

Some deeply inconvenient part of her enjoyed it.