Chapter 183: The Mother’s Ashes
(Frederick’s POV)
Harsh fluorescent lights poured down from above in the prison visiting room. The metal table between Connor Rivers and me felt like a battlefield.
My head throbbed from the bandages wrapped around my skull. My arms ached where the silver-laced restraints had burned my skin during the failed assassination attempt.
But seeing Connor’s ice-blue eyes filled with cold fury made every injury worth it.
“Well, well, the mighty Rivers Alpha comes to visit me in this cage,” I sneered, rattling my silver handcuffs deliberately. “How… touching.”
Connor’s jaw tightened. His perfectly pressed suit looked out of place in this grimy interrogation room.
“You look terrible, Frederick,” he said with mock concern. “Prison life doesn’t suit you.”
