“What could he be thinking? What could be going on in the head of that tyrant?” Alpha Dante groaned.

He stared ahead distantly and his legs tapped impatiently.

Alpha Gerald snorted. “He is trying to get us in his trap. Did you see his eyes as he took his new little bitch around? He is trying to use the bitch to get to us. By the way, did any of you send the bitch?”

It had been twenty minutes since the Alphas Alpha gathered. Alpha Blake had not said a word. He was standing behind the window frame, looking out. All he thought of was how to get Lia out...