Page 113 of The Alpha King's Curse: Part One

His distrust increased.

“Dylan?”

Dylan walked over to him with the woman in tow. She was a tall brunette with strong Beta blood, as far as he could tell. And the smile she gave him as she stopped beside Dylan made his skin crawl. He had seen many smiles like that since he’d hit puberty.

“Alpha, this is Amber. She’s a warrior in Alpha Kendrick’s pack,” Dylan said.

And Dylan trusted her? Alpha Kendrick's warriors were renowned for fighting dirty.

“I’m glad she’s here today because I’ve been meaning to introduce you,” Dylan continued.

His suspicions were confirmed. Dylan had set him up with so many women in the past that he knew where this was heading. But why would his Beta think it was okay to set him up with anyone involved with Kendrick? Revulsion worked its way through his body at the thought of another woman touching him, and Cain roused just to growl his agreement. But even before he’d met Layla, he would never have touched this woman.

He nodded at the woman and turned to follow the others.

Something was about to happen, and he didn’t like it.

Chase and Kendrick talked as they sat on one of the chairs, and the Omegas offered them hot drinks. He chose the seat opposite them and listened to their fake pleasantries without joining in.

When breakfast was finally announced, Alpha Chase rose and looked around.

“Will the human join us for breakfast?” he asked casually.

“No.”

“If you’ve seen it fit to risk us all by having a human on our land, surely you’d extend us the courtesy of seeing her even once,” Kendrick said.

“And there I was, thinking you had come to discuss the more pressing matter of the rogues,” he said as he stood. “You won’t meet her. Ever. Deal with that while we eat so you can get the fuck off my property.”

He wouldn’t wait for them to play their games. Being nice had put him in this position in the first place. Like Dylan, they could all accept what was happening or leave.

“But, Your Highness—”

“I spent the night ripping rogues apart, but the thrill was fleeting. They all died too quickly. If you would like to challenge me instead, then please, I’m all for it,” he cut in.

“Of course not, Your Highness,” Kendrick said quickly.

He deliberately turned his back on them and walked out of the room to head to the dining room. Why had he agreed to this shit in the first place? There was a feeling in the pit of his stomach that told him that the day would not end well.

Chapter 60

Layla was dressed and wondering when Jackson would bring her something to eat when she saw the entourage of expensive cars coming up the driveway.

She leaned against the window to have a better look as the people started to come out of their cars. They were all dressed in suits like Jackson. She’d assumed he had just made up an excuse to escape her questioning, but she’d obviously been wrong about that.

The visitors met before the front steps and started talking. There was only one woman among them, and she was dressed to kill. A tight, short dress that showed off all her assets—and even from her distance, she could see what fine assets they were. She was tall, like all of them, and her hair was in some sort of elegant curly do on top of her head.

Something inside her hated the woman on sight. She never formed opinions about people if she’d never spoken to them but this woman... Her skin prickled just by looking at her. What sort of meeting was this anyway, where people dressed like they were going out for a night out when it was so early in the morning?

She squinted to try to get a better look at her face. As one, the group of people looked up to Jackson’s window. She sucked in a breath and stepped away but she was sure they had seen her.

Were they like Jackson’s people, then? Were they werewolves, too?

It was so strange to keep thinking that word. Werewolves. But the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Jackson told her not to ask those sorts of questions outside this room, which confirmed that this was something she wasn’t supposed to know.

She wasn’t losing her mind after all.

She should have been more terrified, but she was relieved. For years she’d had nightmares about her hallucinations and that the voices in her head would make her harm Britney. She’d thought that was finally coming true, but knowing she was right about Jackson and his people lifted that weight off her shoulders. Brit was safe for at least a while longer.

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