Eighteen: Finding Inez

Alpha Lance’s POV.

I felt a surge of anger rise up in me as Ingrid recounted the events that had transpired. How dare Inez disobey her and sneak out of the Packhouse? Did she not understand the consequences of her actions?

My fists clenched at my sides as Ingrid continued to cry, her words becoming more and more jumbled as she spoke. I could feel my heart rate increasing as my mind raced with thoughts of punishment and retribution.

"Ingrid, calm down," I said firmly, my voice low and commanding. "I will take care of this. Where is Inez now?"

"I don't know. She is not in her room," Ingrid sniffled, wiping away tears with the back of her hand. "I-I didn't know what else to do. I didn't want to make any decisions without your permission."

I nodded, my jaw set in determination. "You did the right thing by coming to me," I said, my voice softening slightly. "But you need to trust me to handle this. I won't let Inez get away with disobeying you."

Ingrid nodded, seeming to calm down slight