Tobias
Vanessa was locked in the Alpha wing, two guards posted outside her door like sentinels. Noah was inside with her—only reason she hadn’t been dragged to the holding cells in chains. The betrayal burned hot in my blood, but the boy didn’t deserve to pay for his mother’s sins.
Not yet, anyway.
I’d made the call an hour ago.
Sent one of my men to retrieve Nevara’s parents from their little house near the east ridge. They’d been dodging my calls for weeks. Wouldn’t answer texts, wouldn’t show their faces. And now I knew why.
They hated me. Good. The hate was mutual.
The front door slammed. Heavy footsteps approached. “Alpha,” came Brent’s voice from the hallway. “They’re here.”
I nodded once. “Send them in.”
Nevara’s mother entered first, stiff-backed and sharp-eyed. Her husband
