*Adam*
“Do you think the Alphas know about our plan to get rid of the Breeder?” King Gene asks as he paces up and down behind his huge executive desk. I feel like I have to strain my neck to see him properly as the height of the desk dwarfs his small stature even more.
“No,” I lie. My heart is racing, but I take the calming breaths that Shelby taught me whenever she insists I join her in her yoga routines.
“They were here and asked me what would happen to her after she gave birth. I could have sworn they knew something,” he says.
I inhale and count slowly to five. I exhale sharply and then answer, “They have no idea. I’m sure they’re just concerned about her safety as a result of Alpha Kane’s threats and also because of the unfortunate death of the chef. All these events are enough to
