Chapter Thirty-one

Peter's POV;

"What the hell do you mean by that? I asked you to do one thing and you haven't!" I snarled, tossing the glass of wine I had in my hand across the room where it shattered against the wall into tiny bits. "What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why don't you ever follow simple fucking instruction?!"

Yuri stood at the other side of the room, his expression unreadable. I could tell that he was embarrassed but that didn't matter in the face of the duty I had assigned to him. He was messing things up really terribly.

"She's hard to catch and you know that," He replied, his voice notches lower. "She barely ever leaves the Palace and whenever she does, she's never alone. I have seen her twice and she was with Alpha Michael. Trying to intercept them both is like signing a fucking death note and you of all people knows that."

Raking my fingers through my hair, I try not to scream out loud. Neither of my plans have worked. Michael is always there to ruin it. If there's a