Chapter 12

Austin

One of our warriors parked the car in front of the gate of the orphanage, and I, with a sigh, got out of the car and looked at the old faded iron gate of the orphanage, on the tip, there was the name of the place, and a thrill crossed my body.

Who would leave a place for children in these conditions?

A fool.

I went to the intercom and I pressed it, feeling already bored.

That morning came to the email that, finally, the two alphas could access the files of the boys who lived in this place literally, shit, bad luck was that the two alphas had left, and then I had the slop.

The gate opened, and I put my hands in my pocket and continued to wide strides towards the entrance where the old housekeeper was waiting for me. She had dark hair pulled back in an onion behind her head and a wide dress with a white apron.

"We expected Mr. and Mr. Anderson," the maid said cordially.

"Mr. and Mr. Anderson left on a business trip and entrusted the task to me," I said, shrugging.

The woman look