The old Alpha’s emotions, suppressed until now, finally exploded.
Years of disappointment and grief poured out like a broken dam.
He pointed at Garrett and roared:
“That little lover of yours sold Aria’s information to the enemy rogue wolves!”
“What?” Garrett’s eyebrows furrowed. “That’s impossible.”
“She led them straight to Aria and her mother. Your child couldn’t be saved because of it.”
“Scarlett gave them Aria’s location, her schedule, even when she would be most vulnerable. She planned it all!”
“Her mother was also tortured and killed by those rogue wolves.”
Tears streamed down the old man’s face.
“An innocent woman died protecting her daughter and grandchild. And you were in bed with the one who caused it all.”
“Garrett, all of this is your doing!”
The accusation hung in the air like a death sentence.
Garrett stood frozen in disbelief.
His mouth opened and closed several times before any sound came out.
“You’re lying. Scarlett wouldn’t… she couldn’t…”
But even as he spoke, doubt crept into his voice.
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He looked around the room, then let out a cold laugh.
The laugh sounded forced, desperate.
“This is ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.”
He tore the unbinding agreement in his hands to shreds.
The papers fluttered to the ground like snow.
“Grandfather, at your age, you shouldn’t be helping Aria with her acting.”
“Acting?” The old Alpha’s voice was incredulous.
“I don’t believe she would actually unbind from me. How could she bear to give up her status as Shadowmoon Pack’s future Luna?” Garrett’s arrogance was breathtaking,
“She’s probably hiding somewhere, waiting for me to beg her to come back. Women love drama.”
Garrett kicked over the cross standing nearby.
The wooden cross crashed to the floor with a loud bang.
Several servants gasped and stepped back.
“Why are you putting these unlucky things in the house? You’re just angry because I’ve been staying out and not coming home to see the
child.”
His voice grew more animated, more confident.
“Well, I’m back now. Where’s the child? Bring him here so I can see him.”
He clapped his hands impatiently.
“Did you name him yet? Does he look like me or like Aria?”
“I’m thinking maybe Marcus, after my father. Or Alexander–that’s a strong name for a future Alpha.”
