Nathalie's Deception

9

Kane

The atmosphere was tense as Nathalie, with a confident and almost predatory stride, entered my quarters. Her eyes, sharp and discerning, locked onto mine, and for a moment, it felt as if she were peering into my very soul.

"Alpha Kane," she began, her voice smooth as honey, yet with an underlying hiss of a snake ready to strike. "I trust you've been eagerly anticipating this meeting."

I stood tall, my expression stern. "Speak, Nathalie. Your games are wearing thin. What do you know of Serena?"

She took a step closer, her movements deliberate and seductive. Her attire was a calculated choice, a form-fitting dress that hugged her curves and left little to the imagination, its deep red hue a stark contrast against her pale skin. The neckline plunged daringly, and the slit along her leg suggested freedom and ease of movement that a predator like her might require.

"Perhaps I do know something that could aid you," she purred, her eyes never leaving mine. "But knowledge, as you know