Chapter 17 The Takeover

• Adam’s POV
• The metallic scent of blood filled the air. My blood. My father’s blood. It mingled with the overpowering perfume of betrayal that now hung thick in the room. My chest burned as I knelt on the cold floor, the dagger lodged beneath my ribs sending waves of pain through me with every breath.
• I looked up at Maria, the woman I had just sworn to lead this pack with, the woman I had allowed into my life, my home, and my pack. Her cold, detached expression twisted the knife deeper than the blade ever could.