Alora’s POV

My captor tapped the call button and the line connected almost immediately. He put the phone on the loudspeaker and Morgan’s voice was low and filled with anger.

“Xavier Remus, What the hell are you playing at?”

Xavier’s lips curled into a smirk. “Good to hear from you too, Alpha King. I trust you are in good health?”. His tone was casual.

“Cut the bullshit Xavier,” Morgan snapped. “Where is my mate?” His voice was cold and menacing, bordering on a growl, but ...