The ride back to the cabin was silent and heavy. I sat behind Ryker as always, arms wrapped around his waist, but the usual comfort of his body felt strained. The rogue Alphas rode in tight formation around us, their bikes roaring like distant thunder. Draco kept slightly behind the others, his face shadowed.
No one spoke.
The moment we stepped inside the cabin, the tension exploded.
Ryker slammed the door shut and rounded on Draco, grabbing him by the front of his leather cut. “Start talking. How did the widow know about the mountain sanctuary?”
Draco didn’t fight back. He met Ryker’s gaze steadily, though pain flickered in his eyes. “I didn’t tell her. I would never betray Rhea or the boy.”
Jax stepped forward, voice low and dangerous. “Then explain how she knew. You were the one wh
