Claiming the Last Alpha She-Wolf

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Chapter 15

~Rhiannon’s POV~

I didn’t have time to fully process the significance of the blades in my hands when another knock echoed at the door.

This one wasn’t soft. It was sharp and entitled. I didn’t need Ravyn to tell me who it was.

I already knew.

"Seraphina," I murmured.

My wolf snarled. "Don’t open it. Or better, open it and gut her."

I set the dagger back down with care, walked to the door, and opened it just wide enough to meet her gaze—perfectly painted lips, brown curls pinned like she was still attending court, and that signature expression: sweet with a hint of poison.

"Well," she said, looking past me into the room. Her smile thinned. "You’ve been busy."

I leaned against the doorframe, unfazed. "Not busy. Gifted."

Her eyes snapped back to mine, the polite mask faltering just slightly. "You’re settling in nicely, I see."