I don’t need to turn around to know the owner of the voice.

Alpha Axel stood from where he’s kneeling. “Alpha William,” he greeted.

“What is a bastard like you doing here?” My father, who was always cheerful and welcoming, hardened his expression to anger like he was confronting a Rogue.

“I come in peace,” Axel smiled.

“Which part of you seems peaceful?” My father sarcastically asked and his intense gaze made Axel sweat profusely.

Alpha William flicked his hand, then a couple of Alpha’s Guards surrounded Axel.

“Wait.” It was not the voice of my father or Alpha Axel’s.

Alpha Archer strode in, his eyes immediately scanning mine. “I...