Page 97 of The Alpha King's Curse: Part One

‘What did you say to the Circle to get them on board?’ Dylan asked.

‘I told them she was already pregnant.’

Dylan shook his head as they reached the lobby. Micah was waiting with Jon and a few other warriors.

‘I think you should have named Micah as the Gamma. He will make a better Beta if anything happens to me.’

Dylan stopped and looked at him sharply.

‘Why did you say it like that?’

He could already sense the worry in the air.

‘As you said, there is chaos around us right now. I think we should be prepared for anything,’ he answered with a shrug and then pulled his t-shirt off.

“That’s not the reason I came to find you,” Dylan said out loud. “Those kids in the dungeon aren’t going to last much longer. What are you going to do about them?”

He looked around at the other wolves and knew this was a crucial moment. Every ounce of him wanted the traitors to die. He wanted to see the light fade in their eyes as it had in their father’s. But his pack already hated him for killing Laken; they would despise him for killing the kids.

‘No!’ Cain growled. ‘They will die! They will pay for what they did!’

“Take them down and send them to the hospital,” he growled.

‘You fucker!’ Cain shouted.

He clenched his fists to keep the beast down.

“When they get better, exile them.”

That was the best he could do. When the time came, it would be up to Dylan and Diedre to protect his child from them.

“Yes, Alpha,” Dylan said with a breath of relief before he and the other wolves rushed out of the pack house.

‘I will hunt them down. They will not escape from me!’

He put his t-shirt back on and headed towards his office. There would be no run for a while. Cain was too unstable to let loose.

‘I’m not unstable. I have the balls to do what needs to be done so our mate is safe. I will get it done, Jackson.’

Chapter 52

Layla closed her eyes and waited for that horrible sound of the lock turning.

She was going to lose her mind stuck in the bedroom alone. When Jackson had been close to her, at least she had put all her focus on him.

But now, all she had were her thoughts. Again.

She had been feeling fine before, but she could still feel those cracks starting to form. If anything else happened, she was going to break.

She waited for that sound, but it didn’t come.

Instead, Jackson said, “What are you doing up here?” as he closed the door.

She opened her eyes and strained to listen. Who was it? Had someone come to hurt her again? She muted the volume on the television and stood, waiting to see if they would come into the room. When they didn’t, she quietly made her way to the door.

She could hear their muffled voices behind the thick wooden door. Without daring to breathe, she placed her ear against the wood to make the voices clearer. They were still faint, but she thought she heard Jackson’s cruel friend. Had he come to do what he had threatened to do when he had dressed her wound?

Her hand went up to her forehead. She’d removed the dressing when she’d had a shower but hadn’t bothered to look at it. Her skin felt smooth to her touch, as if there was nothing there.

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