Chapter 41

HUNTER's POV

Pacing back and forth for the hundredth time now, I skid to a stop and fix my gaze on Syria who is now sitting on the black leather couch in my office.

Yeah, my office. I wasn't expecting Dad to order the omegas to remove all his things and redecorate everything according to my liking. It was like a whole new him, and with the way he was spending so much time and effort transferring everything to my account it felt like he really wanted to make it up to me. I couldn't say no to him after he cashed eight billion dollars to my account, saying I should use it to make all necessary changes in the pack once the Alpha ceremony is done with. I thanked him but I couldn't get myself to concentrate knowing Ava is is danger somewhere. He understood, so in the meantime he is in charge of the pack.

Sighing, I spin around and look at Syria in the eye.

"I still don't trust you," I say, my eyes narrowing at her, my arms crossed against my chest and she heaves out a sigh.

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