Page 104 of The Alpha King's Curse: Part One

Jackson and Dylan.

Jackson frowned as he stopped in front of her. His unusual coloured eyes... Werewolf eyes? It all made sense, and yet no sense at all.

“Do you want to go and work out now?”

She shook her head without looking away from his face.

“Do you want to go and lie down?” Jackson asked.

Maybe that was for the best. She would sleep before her head exploded. Maybe her counsellor had been right that her imagination would be the death of her.

She walked past Jackson without answering him and started to walk up the stairs. Everything would make sense when she woke up. There were no such things as werewolves. Just her overactive imagination again.

Chapter 55

Jackson stood outside his bedroom and made sure Layla was asleep when he locked the door.

His fists clenched as he marched down the hallway and the stairs. Two wolves. How did two wolves go past the wards that the supposedly strongest Circle members had erected? How did they both end up so close to Layla?

He pushed the door to the conference room so hard it slammed against the wall. Dylan, Micah, Jon and a few other warriors were quietly arguing among themselves, but they stopped when he walked in.

“Tell me how the fuck this happened,” he growled.

“We checked the walls along that boundary when we looked for the red wolf,” Dylan said. “There was nothing.”

“The men are still out there patrolling. There are still no signs,” Micah added.

“All of this started happening when the human arrived. Maybe we should question her,” Jon said.

He looked at his Gamma and felt his face tighten. After almost losing Layla, he did not need this shit. A growl from deep within him had all the people in the room lowering their gazes and cowering in their seats. He was still too worked up. He’d killed the rogue too quickly; it hadn’t brought him anywhere near the satisfaction he craved. Cain craved death and destruction the way most wolves desired peace.

If Jon was too stupid to understand that, then there was no room for him at his table.

“Leave,” he growled.

It was Cain’s command. His voice was deeper and hoarse as his beast took control.

Question Layla? Go anywhere near his mate? If Jon dared...

“Alpha, I—”

“Leave!”

The Alpha tone rolled through the room, and the little coward of a Gamma whimpered and flinched. His claws started to extend as his teeth filled his mouth.

Jon stood so abruptly that he knocked his chair over.

“Yes, Alpha,” he answered before he rushed out of the room.

He looked at the remaining men in the room one by one.

“Does anyone else want to suggest we question Layla, or take her back to town or kill her?” he growled.

“No, Alpha,” they answered in unison.

“Good. Now tell me how the hell that rogue got near her.”

“Maybe the day those rogues attacked, that one got separated,” Dylan suggested. “Their scents were distorted and all over the place. Maybe they used that as a distraction to hide in the woods.”

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