230 Chapter 230

Outwardly, Mora appeared calm. Inwardly, she seethed. As soon as she met this alpha, pulling her strings like she was some marionette, hell, she hated the man already, but she was going to let him have it. Alpha or not, she didn't like him as much as he liked her. Now she understood that expression about blood boiling with rage. When they reached the huge gates, they were already open. The hinges made a low moaning sound, a little like what she imagined the gates of hell might sound like. Her stomach churned.

Her eyes skirted the tall stone wall that ran around Pfefferburg, her witch's gaze could see.