Page 1 of The Alpha’s Heir

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Meg

“You’re telling me that an insane warlock was spilling blood all over an altar as a sacrifice to awaken the old gods and you didn’t think twice about ripping his throat out during the ceremony?” I kept my voice calm despite the circumstances.

It’d only been a few hours since the goddess Morrigan had shown up in the woods and given me the life-altering news.

“When you put it that way…” My sister, Trish, cringed as she leaned against her mate, Jaxon. “No?”

“Are you nuts?” I growled as my internal wolf surged to the surface.

“Megaera Cerberus!” Mom cried. “Sit down and let’s talk like rational creatures.”

“Let her stand. I want to see where this goes.” Alec—my other triplet sister—smirked into her beer.

“Girls,” Dad warned, glancing at the new addition to our Sunday family dinner table. Morrigan was currently watching this little family spat with a smile on her face.

The food on the table from our first Sunday dinner in weeks had grown cold. I’d been looking forward to this, wanting a chance to see Trish again after she’d moved to Cadejo Pack territory, becoming their Luna and Alpha Jaxon’s mate.

I’d been so happy for my sister.

I could kill her now. The wolf inside of me bared her teeth, frustrated at her littermate.

“In my defense, why would they make completing a ritual to awaken the ancient gods so easy to complete?” Trish grinned. “Shouldn’t there have been some kind of failsafe?”

Let me out. I’ll show her failsafe.

Let it go, I growled at my wolf to shut up before I did something stupid.

It wasn’t Trish’s fault.

She’d always been somewhat careless. Not that I blamed her. The issues with her broken magic weren’t something she could control. If you believed Alec, the fault might’ve been mine. I could live with that. I’d spent most of my life cleaning up both of their messes—literally and figuratively.

It made sense that I’d do it again now.

My eyes went to Morrigan. The goddess wore all black leather, having gotten rid of her floating gossamer skirts in favor of legs to walk on.

I could still feel the remnants of her power. The bruises were currently fading on my skin. She hadn’t even touched me, just tossed me around like a rag doll when my wolf had tried to fight against this proclamation.

You can’t blame a girl for trying.

“Can someone please, calmly”—Mom’s gaze cut to me and Alec—“explain what’s going on?”

“And then maybe introduce us all to your new friend?” Aunt Coral placed her napkin on the table.

Her mate, Skoll, nodded beside her.

I cringed as I felt the weight of their stares. Alpha Kera and her mate, Alpha Jareth, had remained silent as I stormed in to ruin Sunday dinner. I could hear her lecture now. The reminder that I wasn’t ready to lead Cerberus Pack. This outburst of emotion would be another link in my collar—the one that confined me to being my Alpha’s bitch for the rest of my life.

It doesn’t have to be this way. My wolf growled.

I ignored her, raising my chin as I got control of my emotions. “As I was saying, the gods are apparently waking up and this…” I stepped to the side and swept my arm out, giving her the introduction she desired. “Is the Morrigan come to save us from that fate.”

“I don’t know about all that.” Morrigan leaned back in her chair, amusement dancing over her face. “But I will take a beer.”

Alpha Kera eyed the woman warily.

“She’s a goddess. Stronger than any witch I’ve ever met,” I gave my Alpha warning through our mental pack link, the silent tether that connected us all to our Alpha and demanded obedience, even from me.