Syria’s POV
“How am I supposed to trust you?”
He laughed, but it was humorless.
After a moment, he sighed, then looked at me with a hint of glint in his eyes.
Calmly and deliberately, he answered.
“Because a puppet Alpha is easier to control than your cousin. After all, I only agreed with your uncle because of the benefits I would get. But I’ve changed my mind now.”
I raised an eyebrow and narrowed my gaze at him. My heart was pounding in my chest. I don’t have a good feeling about this.
“And how exactly am I supposed to believe you’re any different from my cousin?”
He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he turned slightly to his guards and spoke calmly.
“Lower your weapons. I can deal with this.”
Without a moment’s pause, they did exactly what he told them.
Slowly but steadi
