Arthur’s P.O.V. (Continued)
I moved my gaze in his direction, keeping my pace deliberately slow, escalating the tension in the room.
“Her father, you say?” I asked him mockingly.
His gaze hardened, but he left his head high, showing his arrogance and trying to prove her claim over Skye.
“What a father you are, Wilfred. You asked the kidnappers to do whatever they wanted to do with her, and then kill her if they want…. Just don’t let anyone find her body…. What a devoted father you are.”
He froze, stopped breathing, and his eyes went still.
“What?” Mom gasped in shock, and I heard a faint, disappointed grunt coming from my father, but I locked my gaze on Wilfred.
“Skye….. m… my sister… she…. She is a great manipulator, Alpha Arthur….. d…. don’t let her fool you…. Pl… please, don’t be
