Page 91 of Alpha's Redemption

“Can you come with me?” I ask him, and he nods, getting up from where he’s sitting on the floor.

“Everything okay?” he whispers, following me down the hall.

“Yeah. I need you to sit with Zoe. I need to take Marcus somewhere, and I know he won't leave her with anyone she doesn't know.”

John nods and doesn't ask questions. He knows there’s only one reason I would be pulling Marcus away from Zoe's side.

I stop by the hospital on the way to find Zoe asleep and Marcus sitting in a chair, staring at her. As I step inside the room, I motion to him and he gets up from his seat to join me in the hall.

He looks exhausted. Huge bags hang under his eyes and his hair looks like he’s been running his fingers through it. John steps past him into the room.

“What's going on?”

“I need you to come with me. John will wait with Zoe in case she wakes up,” I tell him, and he glances into the room at his mate and John, who has taken his seat by her bed.

“Is it Casey?” he asks worriedly. I shake my head.

“Come on,” I tell him.

Marcus sighs and runs a hand down his face. “Valen, I'm not–”

“We found Micah,” I whisper to him.

The look on his face turns to pure feral rage. His eyes flicker and he looks back in the room at John, who nods.

“She wakes, tell her I went to take a shower,” Marcus tells him before pushing past me.

We leave the hospital and head to the police station. As soon as we’re buzzed in, I can hear arguing and fighting in the back before we even step into where the cells are. The crashing of furniture comes from one of the interrogation rooms; on the screen on the wall, I can see Derrick pummeling the living shit out of his son, who’s bloody and trying to block his father's punches.

Dion hits the intercom and it buzzes inside, making Derrick rise. Micah is sobbing uncontrollably, and blood coats his swollen face. Marcus tries to rip the door open as soon as he notices the viewing screen. Dion and I have to grab him—his entire body is trembling with the urge to shift.

The door opens and Officer Derrick grabs the front of his son's shirt, tossing Micah out the door. Micah sprawls onto the floor in the center of the room. Tears trek down Officer Derrick's face, and his lips quiver.

“Dad, please,” Micah pleads. Marcus slams against me, wanting to get to the boy.

“You arenotmy son; I didn't raise arapist,” Derrick spits at him before looking at Marcus.

“He's all yours,” Derrick says to Marcus before walking out. I nod to Dion to check on Derrick as he leaves through the doors. As soon as they’re out of earshot, I let Marcus go. Micah backs up in terror, trying to scramble away as Marcus strips his shirt off, stalking toward him.

“You can't kill me! I’m Casey's father!” Micah cries desperately.

“No, Casey ismine,” Marcus snarles. There’s a crazed look on his face before he shifts, and a growl grows in his throat, the noise so feral it makes the forsaken seem tame.

Marcus attacks.

I step back, sitting quietly on the edge of the desk while Marcus rips the man apart limb by limb, coating the police station with his blood and filling every ear with his dying screams.

ChapterThirty-Eight

Everly

When Macey returns home, she brings dinner with her, and tucked inside her handbag is a folder of documents. She sets the Chinese containers on the counter and I pull down some plates and start serving, only to be scolded by Kalen.

“Everly, you are supposed to be in bed. Do you not know what bed rest is?” he says, clicking his tongue.

“I’ve been sitting in bed all afternoon, Kal. I’m fine.”

He shakes his head, helping me to serve dinner to the kids, who are perched in their chairs around the table.

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