THE ALPHAS' GAME

KATRINA

I thought Kane was a hotcake, which he is, but Cannon was on fire. He was dressed in a business suit, that made him appear like a CEO, and dark shades hung from his neck. He was a few inches than six foot and had walnut brown hair with cerulean blue eyes.

His cheekbones were defined and there was a suitcase in his other hand. I wondered how he could grip me so tightly with only one hand. He had a hawkish nose and concrete jaws like the rest of his brothers. His thin arched eyebrows complemented his almond-shaped eyes that glimmered with interest.

He looked over to his brother, anger written on his face.

“Isn’t this Ian’s new slave? What’re you doing with her?”

I then remembered who my ‘savior’ was. It pissed me off that he called me a slave. I tried to struggle out of his hold, hoping I could use the distraction to free myself, but he only held me tighter, and besides, I was the center of attraction.

“Give her to me, right now!”

My heart quaked at the high volume of Kane’s vo