Alpha Tyson’s POV.
The wheels of my car screeched as I navigated the winding road to my father’s mansion, my mind racing faster than the vehicle.
What was wrong?
What had happened?
My mother’s sobs still echoed in my ears, haunting and desperate. She hadn’t answered any of my questions, and when I insisted on talking to my father, the phone line went dead.
After a few trials, calling both their lines and that of the general house, I could only assume the worst.
Without wasting time, I jumped out of my bed and threw on a pair of casual shorts and a T-shirt, barely pausing to brush my dark hair before grabbing my keys and sprinting to the car park.
“Alpha, is something going on?” The guards, seeing how active I was while I raced to my car, pestered me with questions.
Their concern
