DIMITRI

Shock flashed across my face. Being sent pictures of Lorenzo’s dead body should have softened me up but my fury only dug deeper, “Lock him up!” I ordered my men on standbys, my voice thunderous.

Immediately they marched towards Micah, who shifted back, hands in the air. “Please, Alpha. Don’t do this…” he turned his gaze on me, trying to reason.

But I didn’t say a word. They caught him and dragged him off. He screamed and thrashed, but my words were finality. He was ...