Chapter Fifty-Three

M I K H A I L

“You’re not fit to be the Lycan King, Mikhail Sartori. So now I have to kill you.”

The words that come out of the girl's mouth are enough to disorient me. For a whole moment my mind goes blank, trying to figure out where the hell that came from and why this is happening to me.

I open my mouth to ask her who the fuck she thinks she is and what she’s yapping about, but then I peer closely at her face and see who she is. I realize then that I do know her.

It’s Amara from the Finance office of my company.

I remember that she’s the one who handled the papers of the report that contained the photos of me shifting in the alley to save Yana.

Does this mean that she really had something to do with it even though we found nothing on her?

As though reading my mind, she sneers. “That’s right. You do fucking know me. And I know you, and I can say that you don’t deserve to lead or do anything for my people.”

She cocks the gun, and this time I can see her about to pull the trigger. How