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A scream ripped across the speakers.
“He’s hurting her! Or don’t you care?”
“I care. About my pack, yours, and every other pack out there. We need this treaty.”
“Why? Because your alpha said so? Think for yourself, Rafe. Look at what he’s doing to her.”
Maddox appeared behind Tiernan. “She’s pack, Rafe. You can’t let this continue.”
Another scream erupted through the room as Alyssa’s face twisted in pain. Tiernan shifted and launched himself at Rafe.
Chapter Six
RAFE
Rafe’s wolf surged, digging his teeth into Rafe from the inside, threatening to tear him apart if he didn’t do something soon. His wolf couldn’t stand hearing Alyssa crying out in pain. Neither could Rafe.
He wanted to let Tiernan leave the security office, to tear down the hall and force his way past the agents, but in Tiernan’s state of mind, he’d kill the agents and simultaneously destroy the treaty.
Shifters everywhere needed this treaty. Even though the shifters in Damien Black’s pack had developed a vaccine and a treatment to restore shifting to those affected by the virus the WSSO unleashed last year, as long as the WSSO existed, they’d continue to target shifters. Even if it meant putting up with inferior and arrogant humans, shifters needed the DSA. The government agency had the intel and authority to go after the WSSO and other anti-shifter groups. By helping the DSA, shifters would prove they could get along with humans, co-exist. And per the treaty, that would lead to shifters being granted U.S. citizenship and full rights under the law.
“Tell me your name!” Gallagher shouted at Alyssa.
Rafe glanced at the screen. Her breathing had accelerated, her face had turned pale, and perspiration covered her brow, but she hadn’t crumbled under the pressure. His female was a fighter.
Fuck.Hisfemale. She wasn’t his. She couldn’tbehis.
Because if she were, he wouldn’t be standing there while she was being attacked. That realization, that she wasn’t meant to be his, emptied his soul of all the light there, all the lightshehad placed there.
“Rafe, you’re her alpha!” Maddox stood beside Tiernan. “You can’t let this continue.”
They were right, both of them. He had a duty to her, not just his pack and the other shifters. Human or not, she was a part of their team, their pack.
“Alyssa Clark,” she sputtered, her face twisting in pain.
“Your birth name, not the one you changed it to. Not the one you used to enter the Secret Service or this program. I want your real name, Alyssa.”
“Monroe!” she shouted back, relief crossing her face finally as the pain subsided. She’d held out as long as she could, but the serum had won.
“That’s good. Really good, Alyssa Monroe,” Gallagher coddled. “Why is your true name a secret?”
Pain gripped her again and her body thrashed in the chair.
Gallagher stood there with a glint in his eyes, as if he were enjoying torturing her. “Answer, and the pain goes away.”
“No!”
“Why is your name a secret?” he shouted.
Alyssa struggled against the chains pinning her legs. “My father—” she yelled out against the pain before snapping her mouth shut.
“Tell me the truth! Who’s your father?”
“Woodrow Monroe,” she blurted out, then immediately went limp, falling forward, nearly tumbling off the chair.
Every shifter in the security center fell silent, stunned. Rafe’s heart sped up, unable to process the revelation. Woodrow Monroe, chief strategist at the WSSO. The anti-shifter who had unleashed the Shifter Elimination Virus, killing thousands of innocent shifters.
Alyssa was his daughter.
