FIFTY-EIGHT

“A – Alpha Cahir –“ I’d never seen a man this big look this terrified before. A sturdy, heavy-built man walked towards us with a stooped gait and his hands clasped behind him. Sweat soaked the collar of his shirt and he looked everywhere except at Cahir who he was addressing.“You are?” My mate asked in a gravel voice that had the man taking a step back.

“I’m Alpha Matthew, the manager of the hotel. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He held out his shaky, sweat-soaked hands to Cahir who looked at the hand for a second and then looked back up at the sweating man.

“You’re too late.” Cold pricked my skin from his icy tone.

“A – Alpha, excuse our insufficient and lack – lack of foresight. We should have provided the madam with adequate – adequate security. Please – punish me, not - not my poor staff.”

“I’ll punish you, all right.” The man jerked back, raising his head a fraction before hunching over again. “You and everyone in this pack.”

“S – Sir, please –“

“I wasn’t born yesterday. Your Alph