Chance’s POV
“That snake, I’m going to kill him.” Chase growls as he slams his fist down hard on the boardroom table, causing the oak wood that it was carved from to crack beneath his fist.
“I can’t believe that son of a b***h was an Alpha rogue all this time. He must have a damn witch on his side masking his scent.” Cash then adds in denial, while he stares blankly at the door, as the three of us wait impatiently for news about our mate’s wellbeing.
As the two of them continued to go back and forth on conspiracies of how Jacob had pulled the wool over our eyes, I stood there in silence, staring out the window, watching our father and uncle in their own little dispute. So much but so little at the same time had been uncovered about their past tonight, making me wonder what really happe
