NINETY-SIX

“You can’t do this to my daughter!” A woman was shouting, wagging a finger at Cahir right in the open parking lot in front of the pack dwellings. “Do you know who I am? We are a family of Alphas. You can’t!”

“I’d like to see who’d stop me,” came Cahir’s crisp tone. It sent shivers down my spine and it wasn’t even directed at me. “As for who you are, you’re a worker under me. Do you understand what I am saying?”

“You arrogant bastard!” The woman screamed. She’d pulled a crowd with her hysterics and the Alpha’s guards surrounded the area but Cahir looked at her with something akin to joy in his eye. “You’ll see your end soon, you bastard! I promise you!” The redhead shouted. “You’re nothing! Nothing, I tell you. Watch, watch and see how miserable your end will be!”

“Unfortunately, you won’t see my end.” Was that amusement in his tone?

I recognized the woman. How couldn’t I? She was the spitting image of my tormentor. Mrs Carson. The second I thought about her name, she turned around