The next morning, the mansion was swarmed by Alpha Wilder’s personal guards, who demanded a search of the grounds for any further clues about where Suki had been taken and how all the night’s events had unfolded.
Machiavelli’s raging emotions had settled into pure distraught as he came to terms with the disappearance of his daughter.
Alpha Wilder and his son, Zale, had also come over to console him and offer their assistance.
Zale placed a coffee in front of Machiavelli.
“She’s powerless, Hemming,” he choked out as he wrapped his hands around the coffee.
The Alpha placed a hand on his shoulders and squeezed tightly. “I know, brother, but I promise you that we will find her. It’ll be our top priority.”
Allowing the Beta to wallow in his sorrows without an audience, Zale made his
