Chapter 11
Anthony looked up at the rickety, ancient playhouse with pride glowing from his eyes. He'd found them.
Not for one second did he believe that his omega father bought his act. He knew his omega father was an excellent actor and always very composed.
"Alfred, take your pack and hunt them down. Don't come back until you have them." Tony said, feeling a little remorse for his father. He'd still have to get rid of him.
Oh well, he'd reveal everything to his omega father. How he killed his alpha father and then Royce. At least he didn't have to worry about siring any worthless rugrats who would do the same thing to him.
He watched the were-dogs surround the clubhouse. Then, the German Shepherd broke down the flimsy door.
"They're gone!" They barked.
"Get them, you fools!" Tony
