“My colleagues?” My voice comes out dry and unamused. “The mighty, Alpha Richard Rupard, looked me up just to have a phone chat. How… sweet.”
“Sweet?” He questions, not hiding his surprise in my response. “I just informed you that you have a rat among your employees. One pathetic enough to run to me, and you think this conversation is sweet?”
Randolph growls within, warning me to not play into Richard’s games. “He is bad news, Charles. Careful, anything you say can be a death wish on someone in our pack- even their family members.”
“Oh, how I know too well. I will handle him. Don’t you worry about a thing.”
Randolph releases a low growl once more, still not entirely convinced of my tactics. I stop and think for a moment. Although we never met, Richard is more than an alpha; he is my br
