*Maddox*

I stare at the young woman in front of me for a long moment before I return my attention to Alpha Bryant. Rage washes over me as I figure out what is going on here. “Is this your niece?” I ask him.

He shrugs. “Not by blood.”

The young woman is sniffling, and I can’t help but think she has to be… seventeen? Maybe eighteen at most.

“What the fuck?” I ask Bryant, turning on him. “What did you do to her?”

“Hey, King Maddox,” he says, ...