Chapter Forty-Seven

Troy’s POV

He’d felt Reese’s fear and then her relief and Russo’s mindlink had been instantaneous. He had rushed back to the Alpha Suite with Drake and saw that Reese was drugged half out of her mind. His wolf had growled loudly in his head and all he wanted was Bryan’s blood.

He followed Reese’s scent back to the first floor where Bryan had just started to stir. Russo had done a real number on him. His left cheek was caved in, blood flowing from his nose and mouth, bruises littered his chest and jaw.

“You fucking piece of shit,” Troy growled and grabbed him by the front of his shirt.

Troy had beaten Bryan until he was unconscious again and stood up as Drake rushed into the room looking around with wild eyes. His eyes found Bryan on the floor and Troy straightened up, his knuckles raw and bloody.

“How’s Reese?”

“She’ll be fine. Russo’s with her. Is there someone else here?”

Troy frowned and his head turned to the door where he could hear a heartbeat. “In the room probably. Why?”

Drake