Always the prize

Sandro wondered how many more people would betray him. John, Arabella's father, was a trusted man in the gang, and he had betrayed him, getting his mother and mate killed in the process.

He was only eighteen years old when it happened. And now, ten years after his father's death and eight years after his mother's, he was in the presence of another betrayer.

Ezra was the son of the Alpha of the attacker pack.

Sandro believed he should have known what he was up to, but then his naivety was used against him.

Even if he did know about it, he didn't think his younger self would have read any meaning to him being an enemy. He only wanted to make friends, and Ezra had been available.

"I saw you died," Sandro mumbled. He didn't know how Ezra had gotten resurrected, but he was sure he did die.

"Oh, that's what you call magic and some acting. I insulted your intelligence. Didn't I?" Ezra chuckled.

His laughter started irritating Sandro, and he wished he could shove him into the wall and snap hi