Chapter twenty nine:

29. A voice in the ceiling.

Marcus's POV:

“Good to see you Alpha,” the guard at the front gate of the jail bowed to me. He pushed open the gate, welcoming me in with the gesture of his hand. “I wasn't told you'd be coming,” the guard said, his footsteps hammering against the wooden floor as he tried to keep up with me.

I knew he was trying to make small talk, but I wasn't in the mood for any of that. “Do I now take permission from you?”

I heard him inhale a sharp breath. “No Alpha! I'm sorry Alpha!”

I rolled my eyes, not bothering...