To War II

“Talia, are you sure about this?”

Talia, who was now clad in a black backless dress paired with beige-colored combat boots, looked back and met Alpha Liam’s gaze beneath his gold-rimmed glasses. She shrugged and combed her hair. “I owe this to Diana.”

“There are six of us who are your mates. Isn’t it enough for us to join this war when we could have turned a blind eye to this?” Just like always, among the six alphas, Liam was the one who had the shrewdest mindset.

“What you owe to them is none of my business. But my life… my rules. My debt, my rules. I hope we made that clear, Alpha Liam.” A glint of defiance flickered beneath her gaze as she met his eyes head-on. After all, as their mate, she had the privilege of talking back at the six alphas of Night Prowlers Pack without the fear of being beheaded.

Alpha Liam grinned.

In a blink of an eye, he had closed the distance between him and Talia. With his arms trapping her escape routes, Talia found herself in between Liam’s muscled