He stares at her, then chuckles low, the sound rising, reckless.
"You're right. I was blind," he murmurs.
"Time to correct that."
Before she reacts, guards enter with thick rope.
It bites into her flesh as she screams: "Anders Trier! You can't do this! "
He steps back, watching her bound, expressionless as if discarding trash.
Anders walks away, not looking back.
He lights a cigarette, smoke veiling his face.
An beta rushes up: "Alpha Anders, Chastain assets frozen. Her parents under surveillance."
"Leak the embezzlement to the press," he crushes the cigarette, embers dying on the floor.
"I want her name dragged through the mud."
He posts a fortune for information, uses every underground contact to search Jessica.
He abandons pack meetings, spending days on transatlantic flight
