Dylan's POV
I ask them only one question.
“Why the hell do you all think Anna is responsible for your husbands’ disappearance?”
And that’s all it takes. Like a damn burst dam, they start spilling nonsense from their mouths—spiteful, disgusting lies without a shred of logic or decency.
“She’s the beast.”
“She deserves to die.”
“We want her to be fed to the crocodiles in the Black River and watch her gnash her teeth in pain.”
Their words slice through the air, toxic and wild. Every single one of them speaks only evil about Anna. But it’s one sentence—one line—that makes my hands tremble with rage.
“She’s just a lowly Omega. Why do you keep protecting her?”
What?
I barely say the word when the woman who uttered it swallows hard, realizing her mistake.
Kevin is at her side in an in
