Chapter 104

Victor studies Ariadne suspiciously before he takes the seat opposite the woman, leaving just one slot left on the right. Dustin approaches, ready to play for his honor, a silly card game in a stupid little building in the middle of nowhere.

But then, in the silence, someone starts clapping, steady and loud as a fucking explosion in contrast.

Slowly, Ariadne lifts up his gaze to the source. It’s Alpha Harry, the Cold Wolf, another disgraced Alpha according to Gordon, though he looks anything but.

Harry is dressed in his Sunday best, a white suit, cream-colored shoes, and a gold chain draped around his neck.

Something about the way he moves is unsettling. His scars have healed, two small lines where his glands used to be as if cosmetically fixed.

“What sewer did you crawl out of, Harry?” Gordon chirps playfully.

The Cold Wolf doesn’t answer, inky eyes connecting with Ariadne’s for half a second. He’s trying to communicate something, but it’s not registering with the Omega.

Harry takes