Arthur’s POV
I took a step back, my breath hitching in my throat. No. This couldn’t be right. They had the wrong person.
Garrick rushed over to him, pulling him away from my grip. “Now he can face judgement.”
I chuckled, shaking my head in disagreement. “Is this some kind of joke? If it is, I suggest you stop now.”
Garrick shook his head, his face etched with confusion. “No, he is the spy.”
I shook my head, forcing my voice to remain steady.
"You’re wrong," I said, swallowing hard. "This isn’t a spy. This is the Gamma of my fucking pack, how could he be the guy?* I spat, anger flaring up through my veins.
“Sire, I don't know what to tell you but Jennifer—” I cut him off.
“Jennifer?* I scoffed. “Jennifer told you he is the spy and you believe her? He is your fucking boss.”
“Sire, she brought proof,” he pressed on.
“I have proven and I am your Alpha, let him go,” I commanded, my voice filled with venom and authority.
Garrick exchanged glances with the sentinels but reluctantly rele
