Page 94 of Alpha's Redemption

Valen shakes his head when there’s a knock on the door. He tugs his shirt on before opening it. It’s Macey.

She tells us about the link she found between Rachel and my father. So that’s what she was doing all afternoon. Kalen leans against the door, listening but adding nothing. It suddenly makes sense why Carter is so hellbent on ruining us.

“How do you know all this?” Kalen asks her, and her brows furrow.

“I went to the council chambers and dug through the old archives,” Macey says, though something is off about her.

“I sent men there and found nothing,” Valen says.

“I also checked myself and couldn't find the link on the online records,” Kalen adds, and I look at Macey.

“There were some files buried. They were in the wrong box,” Macey says.

“What box?” Kalen asks. I don't understand the look on his face as he scrutinizes everything she says, wanting to know how she knows.

“Some old newspaper clipping box, buried right up the back,” she says dismissively.

“Thanks. Well, I’ll call Officer Derrick and let him know, and also the council.”

“The council is still here?” Macey asks.

“Yeah, they aren't leaving until we catch him,” Valen says, and she nods.

“At least for once, they’ve stepped in. But just be careful what you tell them, I feel like Micah isn't the only mole we have.”

“What makes you think that?” Kalen asks.

“Dad, leave her be. She’s tired,” Valen defends Macey.

Kalen puts his hands up in mock surrender, yet doesn't take his eyes off Macey, who’s chewing her fingernail.

“Well, I’m off to bed. I’m beat. Wake me if anything happens, anything at all,” Macey says, making a quick escape. I watch her leave, and Kalen follows after her.

ChapterThirty-Nine

Carter

The bastard is cocky, and it’s pissing me off that he thinks he’s calling the shots. I watch as John's Beta slinks around his office as we review the plans. Little does he know...

“I'm changing the plans,” I tell him.

He rocks back on his heels as he passes me my drink where I sit in the armchair.

“Excuse me?”

“Are you hard of hearing, Beta? I said I am changing the plans.”

“We can't. It's too late. I already have everything set in motion,” Clarke says. I raise an eyebrow at his words, watching him over my glass as I take a sip of the cheap whiskey.

“Plans change, Beta. You will heed my demands. Comply and you still get your revenge. If not, you will find yourself disposable,” I tell him, watching as the idiot swallows. I would have thought John's Beta would have been more loyal. Turns out he was a snake, just like his daughter—jumped at the opportunity when my father offered to take down John. His price is the pack, and he can have it.

“These new plans you speak of?” he asks, leaning on the edge of his desk.

“Everything is set in motion. Did you speak to your brother? Is he keeping the council away?” I ask him. Clarke nods when Amber waltzes into the room and pecks her father on the cheek; the girl has her father wrapped around her finger.

Clarke didn't take too kindly to Everly and Ava calling her out when Everly challenged her father, even if what they spoke was true—and it was true, Amber was willing to bed anyone to remain high on the totem pole. It damaged her and her family's minuscule reputation, yet appearances are everything to these bastards. Fools. Though I’ll use it if it helps me to keep gaining the advantage.

“Amber, out; we’re discussing business,” her father says, and she pouts, batting her lashes at him.

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