I simply waited.
Eventually, Ambrose pushed his chair back so abruptly that it scraped loudly against the floor.
Before I could say another word, he dropped to his knees.
"Alpha..." His voice cracked. "Please."
He lowered his head. "Have mercy on me."
I said nothing.
"I had no choice," he said. His shoulders trembled.
"I swear... I had no choice," he added.
He still hadn't admitted anything. Not directly.
But I already saw the crack.
Truthfully, I hadn't expected it to take much longer than this. I had known Ambrose for years.
He wasn't a hardened criminal. He wasn't the kind of man who could lie convincingly under pressure.
If anything, that was probably what had landed him in this situation to begin with. An honest man placed under the wrong kind of pressure often made desper
