Page 131 of The Alpha’s Heir

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“Alec! Gods, what is she doing here?”

I collapsed on my cousins’ front porch of the beachside mansion in Fenrir Territory, naked and coughing up smoke as my wolf retreated to lick her wounds.

Aiden barked out frantic questions. “Did you run here? Through the wildfire? How? Why? Someone get a healer!”

His words were underwater and my throat burned as I wheezed, trying to get out the words as my cousin lifted me off the porch.

“Don’t talk,” he told me. “Just rest.”

Blackness edged at my vision, calling me like it always did. But I couldn’t go under. Not yet. Not when I knew what death held for me.

I’d seen a snippet of my fate. His glowing eyes. The beastly dark whispers that spoke to the night, caressing as they called me toward him. Cerberus of the underworld waited and watched.

I had no other choice.

“We need…” I wheezed, clinging to Aiden’s shirt and making sure he heard me.

“What?” His face was full of concern as he searched mine. “What is it? What do you need?”

“An army…” I choked out. “We need to raise an army.”

One strong enough to take on the gods after I killed the right hand of Hades, Cerberus of the underworld, my fated mate.

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