MACE

Jackie stepped out of the room, closing the door softly behind her. The moment she met my eyes, her expression told me she already suspected something was very, very wrong.

“Alpha…” she began cautiously.

“Come.”

I jerked my head toward the end of the hallway. I needed distance—just enough that my voice wouldn’t reach the girl sleeping in my bed.

We stopped near the stairs.

Jackie folded her arms, bracing herself. Smart of her. My temper was barely leashed.

“What happened?” she asked.

“She was attacked,” I said. The words scraped out like gravel. “By Michael’s omega.”

Jackie’s face drained white. “I knew that bitch was full of evil...