ALEX’S POV
My tires screeched to a halt outside the prison gates, anger pulsing through my veins. The guard barely finished checking my ID before I stormed inside.
"Leave us," I barked at the prison guards as I approached my father's private cell - a privilege bought with money and fear.
Something golden flashed in the dim light. I ducked just as a baseball bat whistled past my head, crashing against the wall behind me.
"Still sharp," my father's laughter echoed off the concrete walls. "Good to know prison hasn't dulled your reflexes."
"Are you insane?" I straightened up, my wolf snarling beneath the surface. "Threatening Scarlett?"
He moved faster than I expected, grabbing my jaw in a vice-like grip. His yellowed teeth gleamed as he smiled. "Do I need to remind you who you are?"
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