#Chapter 215: Did You Forget You're the Alpha?

Arthur’s Pov

Before we ditch our phones and get moving on delivering Robert to the vampires, my phone buzzes. I hesitate for a moment as the number flashing on the screen is only vaguely familiar.

“Answer it,” Almara says pressing up against my side. Only because of her I hit the accept call button.

“Arthur you need to make a speech down here at City Hall now,” The voice on the other line belongs to Cynthia, our publicist. I forgot I deleted all my publicist's phone numbers when Almara and I decided to go off the grid for a bit.

She speaks as though rushed and shouting over some commotion, but even still it’s hard to hear.

“I can’t,” I tell her and I know it isn’t what she wants to hear, but nothing is more important than getting to my daughter.

“Enough with your excuses,” Cynthia practically screeches and I have to hold the phone away from my ear. “It’s a mad house in the city and you’re the top Alpha. You have to fix this. Now.”

“What’s going on?” My father asks.

I put my hand over