"Assassin?" Raine gasped.
Alpha Cole's smirk didn't fade. He leaned forward slightly, his voice projecting to make sure everyone could hear. "Yes. The House of Nocturne Reign exists for one purpose: to handle Apex's dirtiest work. It's obviously open for anyone to join.
"Rowan vale," he smirked, "you thought you were avoiding the control of an Alpha? Congratulations—you just signed up to become the academy's weapon. But honestly your father did great so we expect you to do even better"
The entire hall fell silent.
Raine swallowed, her mouth dry. She glanced at Killian, who didn't bother hiding his frustration. Her head was now spinning. If it was possible to turn the hands of clock so she'd never being born, she would have done that
Alpha Cole's gaze was unreadable, but there was a spark of something that looked too close to triumph. He had been observing the feminine-looking pretense of his old friend's son. Alpha Vale.
