THE ATTACK

VIKTOR.

Of all the places I thought I was ever going to find my mate, the Winter Wolf Coalition was not even on the list.

Why would it be?

They are made up of rogues, unknown rogues who came up from nowhere, took over a legitimate -abhorrent, useless, disgraceful but legitimate- pack and stayed in their territory.

Never mind the fact that they haven't bothered anyone, yet, they are rogues.

They are a threat.

And their leader is my mate.

What are the fucking chances of that happening?!

“Louis. Louis what?” she asks, bringing me out of my thoughts.

And there is that?

The name just came out of nowhere.

I couldn't exactly say, hi I am Viktor Thorn, Alpha of the Vale pack, one known to be ruthless to others especially rogues.

I am not that stupid.

“Hello. I asked you a question,” she repeats, her green eyes sparking with irritation.

Beautiful green eyes.

“Did he hit his head?” she mutters to herself as she eyes me with worry.

“I… I can't remember,” I say, internally wincing at the lie.

I