Chapter 78

• Jack Rider
• I stood before the Alpha, looking at him with disdain. He wasn’t worthy of the title—pathetic and weak. It was clear he had only taken the position for the power and wealth that came with it. How pathetic.
• The members of his pack, the Crystal Moon Pack, stood to the side, visibly frightened—like pups too weak to defend themselves. His mate sobbed beside him, tears streaming down her face, begging for mercy for her mate. Well, she better cry harder, because I knew exactly how she’d cry when she was in bed with him, his short dick inside her.