Harrison's POV

As the banquet neared its end, the guests began to disperse. I put on my coat and strolled away from the banquet hall, following Rick to a white Mercedes car.

"Is she in the car?" I asked.

"Yes, Alpha."

Rick bowed his head respectfully and opened the car door for me.

A disheveled woman with her hands tied behind her back was thrown onto the back seat of the car. Her mouth was tightly sealed with tape, and from the moment the car door opened, she had been making muffled sounds, whether out of fear or pleading, I couldn't tell.

I looked down at Vivian Leech, who was...