*Adam*

“Do you think the Alphas know about our plan to get rid of the Breeder?” King Gene asks as he paces up and down behind his huge executive desk. I feel like I have to strain my neck to see him properly as the height of the desk dwarfs his small stature even more. 

“No,” I lie. My heart is racing, but I take the calming breaths that Shelby taught me whenever she insists I join her in her yoga routines. 

“They were here and asked me what would happen to her after she gave birth. I could have sworn they knew something,” he says.

I inhale and count...