*Maddox*

I stare at the young woman in front of me for a long moment before I return my attention to Alpha Bryant. Rage washes over me as I figure out what is going on here. “Is this your niece?” I ask him.

He shrugs. “Not by blood.”

The young woman is sniffling, and I can’t help but think she has to be… seventeen? Maybe eighteen at most.

“What the fuck?” I ask Bryant, turning on him. “What did you do to her?”

“Hey, King Maddox,” he says, holding his hands up between us again. “I didn’t give her nothin’ she didn’t want. She’s a little tramp. I wasn’t even...