Alpha Kingsley's POV
The study was uncharacteristically silent, the weight of the news hanging heavy in the air. I sat behind my desk, my fingers gripping the edge of the oak surface, knuckles white with suppressed fury.
The guard who delivered the report stood frozen before me, his head bowed, his hands clasped behind his back as if bracing himself for my wrath.
"Avery… escaped?" The words left my mouth slowly, venom dripping from each syllable.
"Yes, Alpha," the guard confirmed, his voice trembling.
My hands slammed against the desk before I could stop myself, the sound reverberating through the room like a thunderclap. "How could you let this happen?" I roared, standing abruptly. "You were tasked with watching her! Do you have any idea what kind of humiliation this brin
