Chapter 43

Alpha Luther’s POV.

I had asked the exact same question to the scrawny chief warrior for the tenth times.

“what if he is a fucking enemy?” without getting any responds.

My chest tightened, My feelings were over the edge, something didn't seem right with everything going on.

The other day a stranger got into the midst of the moomicrant warrior, and just when I was close to bringing him to book, he flee

“Now this? Fighting for Dominance and you don't know his freaking name?”

My anger grew, until I oozed of it, Zuka wasn't either pleased with what the chief warrior said.

I folded my toes, clinched my hands and closed my eyes tight to avoid going feral.

Zuka had been pushed beyond his patience capacity, he was already at the surface. Struggling to let loose to tear everyone that he sees as a threat into pieces.

Starting from the chief warrior to the fucking and useless gaman shoulders who allowed the bastard into the park, and then their Alpha!

“Get out!” my voice came out hushed,