Page 2 of Betrayed By the Alpha

"Hayley." Greta's voice came from the speaker in Hayley's room. Since the house was so big, they used that to communicate when they were far away. "I know you are enjoying your bath, but could you come down for a talk? This man is starting to annoy me."

Hayley sighed and moved out of the tub. It was better she got this done fast so she could cut all ties with Mr. Monroe.

When she returned, Greta sat in the living room with Mr. Monroe. She frowned when she saw that he was sitting on the only single-sitter chair in the living room because they both knew that was her father's spot. Hayley had to stop herself from asking that he sit elsewhere. When he noticed her staring, he looked up from the papers he had been going through. His serious look was replaced with a smile, but she didn't miss the hesitation that showed in his eyes.

"Hayley, it's good to see that you're alive."

Hayley chuckled nervously. "Was I supposed to show up in a casket?"

"Well, news travels fast. We heard that you'd been attacked countless times in the city."

"Attacked?" she frowned. "Oh no, I'm fine." She muttered the last part, but Monroe was a werewolf, so she suspected he heard her right. Monroe was her father's best friend. They were childhood best friends and the person her father trusted themost. Hayley had no problem with him till they disagreed over her father's property years back. He was a small man in his late forties, and she knew that because he would always brag about how much he had achieved at an early age on every occasion. However, he had beady eyes, reminding Hayley of a rat she found in her kitchen back in the city. She bit the side of her lips to stop a smile when she remembered how the rat ended up—she would also like to hit Monroe with her heels. "It's nice to see you, Mr. Monroe."

"It's nice to see you too. Why don't you take a seat so we can discuss things?"

"Good," she said and went to take one beside Greta.

"I see you just arrived and must be tired, so I won't waste your time. Let's get straight to why I'm here, shall we?" Hayley nodded. "When are we expecting your mate?"

Hayley and Greta shared a look, wondering if they had heard him properly. "Sorry, come again?" Hayley said.

He cleared his throat. "I asked when we expect you to show your mate. According to your father's will, I shouldn't release the inheritance until you are united with your mate."

Hayley chuckled in disbelief, sitting up straight. "That's impossible. I know youknowthat because you were there, the whole town was there when my so-called mate rejected and insulted me in front of everyone. Are you here to rub my shame in my face, Mr. Monroe? To laugh at me?"

"What? Why would—"

She crossed her arms before her. "Because I know you have never liked me. After all, I am just the spoilt brat who finally got put in her place. That is why you’re bringing this up."

"Miss Hayley, I am only delivering the message of your father. I have no reason to bring my personal feelings into business. I will read your father's will to you now." he cleared his throat.

"And to my lovely daughter, Hayley. I leave my lands, my business, and every property I own. But, Hayley, I want you to know I am doing this for your own good. You need a mate, a husband, who will sit by your side and guide you. I want you to make it work with your mate. I know you will refuse, so I have decided. You will not be inheriting anything till you have been reunited with your mate—"

"Here is the thing, Mr. Monroe," Greta interrupted. "The weeks before he was found dead, Mr. Green developed a bad drinking habit. I still had reason to believe he was drunk when he wrote that."

"I don't think so."

"Impossible," Hayley said. "Now, I know you are lying because my father wouldn't write something like that."

Mr. Monroe scoffed. "But he did. The will was handed to me by your father two weeks before he died, and if you think I'm lying, there was a witness. Greta was present when this happened."

Hayley turned to look at the woman, who seemed to be trying to arrange her thoughts. "Greta, you knew about this?"

"I know nothing about the contents of the will, but yes, I was there."

Hayley faced the lawyer again, getting to her feet. She walked over to him and snatched the will out of his hands. The will was in her father's handwriting, and a quick scan proved that Mr. Monroe was right. She flung the paper across the room,letting out a frustrated cry. "B—but, no! What are you saying, Mr. Monroe?"

Mr. Monroe stood up. "I'm saying you can't get your inheritance if you don't have a mate."

"No, you are saying I have to get back with the same man who rejected me?"

Monroe gave a slight shrug. "Yes, Miss Green. That's exactly what I'm saying."

Chapter 2 - Zach

To Alpha Zachery Hill,

From Mayor Bruce Sambusdi.

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