CHAPTER SIX

VINCE

“Yo, take it easy, man.” Levi, my third in command, speaks from the back seat.

I ignore and grunt softly as I step on the throttle. Levi falls silent, and I’m grateful he finally understands. Welsh, my right-hand man and best friend, sits quietly beside me. I appreciate his understanding of my fury at this time.

My next words should be me roaring at Barrett while punching his face. Who would abuse a pregnant woman this much?

‘He deserves to die.’ Conan growls loudly in my head, and I’m pleased by his support on this.

But a thought flashes in my mind. A feeling I hate to acknowledge. 

What if I lose control? 

What if I end up hurting an innocent person?

Only Barrett should pay, along with any other wolf who’s aware of it. My knuckles whiten as I clench the steering wheel. As I turn the bend before Malrock’s main gate, I’m grateful that one of the pack members just started closing the gate.

My fury simmers like a volcano ready to erupt when the man steps in the way, hand raised, signalling for me to stop. Without hesitation, I slam the throttle, and the engine growls in response. The bulky figure leaps aside, barely avoiding an impact. 

I cover the path to Barrett’s house hastily, and the car jerks to a stop as I hit the brakes.

“Barrett!” I yell.

Levi says something, but I ignore him as I march toward the front door. I approach the stairs leading to his front porch and consider for a moment how deserted the place is, but the doors swing open with a soft creak. Two bulky men step out, and Barrett follows behind them.

“You bastard,” I growl, striding toward him.

A figure steps out from behind Barrett, and I halt, blinking multiple times. It’s Garf, a member of the Supremes. 

“Hello, Vincent.” Garf’s husky voice greets. 

“Hello, Garf,” I respond with knitted brows.

The Supremes never get personally involved with any alpha to avoid bias in their judgments, so why is Garf here?

I don’t have time to ponder on it as Garf’s wrinkled lips curl up in a grin. The way he and Barrett stare at me, unfazed by my obvious rage, confirms my suspicion: Garf knows about Lori. 

But how could they predict when I’d come?

“It’s a surprise seeing you here.” Garf speaks dubiously.

“I’d say the same for you.” 

A woman emerges from behind Garf, and her eyebrows tighten as she gazes at me, but I ignore her. 

I step closer. “Are you happy now?” I gaze at Barrett. “She lost one of the babies.”

Barrett’s brows tighten, and I read his shock.

“Yes, there were two, but I‘m not surprised your dumbass didn’t know.”

The two guards move toward me, but Barrett raises a hand, and they halt. Barrett locks eyes with me for a moment, then turns to Garf. 

Barrett faces me again, but his eyes are darker. “I want her back immediately.” 

I scoff. “You must think this is a joke.”

“She’s carrying my child?” Barrett counters.

“I don’t give a damn.”

“You should.” The woman says passively.

I glance at her briefly and return my gaze to Barrett, ignoring her again. 

Barrett tilts his head to his left slightly. “This wasn’t your fight, Vince, and it’s still not.” 

“She’s under my care now.” I blurt out. “And you’re not her mate anymore.”

“I want her back.” 

“My blood debt nullifies your claim on her.”

“It’s not superior to his right as the child’s father,” Garf says, stepping forward.

I scowl at Garf as my fury elevates. If the Supremes weren’t protected by an ancient magic that makes them untouchable, I would’ve snapped his neck for supporting Barrett in the first place. 

“The baby that he didn’t know existed?” 

“It’s a Supreme order, Vincent.” Garf declares, “Bring her back at once.”

“You can’t do that.” 

“No, the council did.” Garf states and strolls back into the house.

I swivel slowly as Barrett and every other person join Garf inside and shut the door behind them. Welsh and Levi march to me.

“What do we do now?” Welsh inquires.