Nora’s POV I was pacing back and forth in my room, wondering why Alpha George wanted me out of the villa. What did I do to piss him off? Was it because I refused to be his mistress? A knock sounded on the door, and I opened it. It was Leo. He looked sad and guilty, as if he had something to do with the alpha’s decision. “Hey, what’s up?” I asked, trying to sound casual. “Huh, can I come in?” he asked softly. “Sure, why not? It’s not like you ever knock before barging in anyway,” I joked, hoping to lighten the mood. He gave me a weak smile and walked into my room. He went straight to my closet and started packing my clothes into a black bag. “What are you doing?” I asked, confused. He stole a glance at me and continued, taking out the clothes. “I’m sorry, but we have to go. Now.” He said, his voice trembling. “Go where?” I inquired with my hands on my hips. “To one of Alicia’s houses in the pack, she is the only one who can protect you from the alpha since he doesn’t want you

Alpha George’s POV The thunder roared and the rain poured, shaking the whole packhouse. I was sleeping peacefully on my bed, cuddling myself, when a loud knock on my door snapped me out of it. I groaned and checked the clock. It was barely six in the morning. Who could be bothering me at this hour? “Someone who is here to kill you, you lousy fuck!” Knight cursed in my head, he was still angry that I had to chase our mate away with our pups, but it was the right thing to do. I got up and put on a black trench coat over my pajamas. I walked to the door and opened it, expecting to see one of my pack members with an urgent message, but instead. I saw Rick standing there with a smug grin on his face. “Hey, brother,” he said, trying to push past me into my room. I blocked his way and glared at him. “What are you doing here, Rick? And how did you get past my guards?” He shrugged and waved his hand dismissively. “Oh, you know me, I have my ways. Come on, let me in. I want to see your wif

Nora’s POV “That bitch, after making a fuss, took the money,” I said through clenched teeth. Mrs. Jones burst into laughter, laughing so hard that water was coming out of her eyes. “Oh, my god! I love the fact that you put that bitch in her place, she is a big bully just like her son.” She remarked, still fighting with laughter. “I… I am sorry I had to call you for something like this, that woman has an influential husband, and as the principal, I have no choice but to listen to her crap.” She remarked, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Anyway, thank you. I will go look for my son. Although he is not as smart as Ash, I know he wouldn’t get into a fight without a reason.” I commented and put my wallet back in my purse. “Yes, Asher is our star student, he is so smart that he makes everyone around me feel dumb.” She remarked. “Although I am his mother, I couldn’t agree more,” I said and smiled at her before walking out of the office. I walked down the hallway, looking into every cl

Nora’s POV I couldn’t believe what was happening. I stood in front of my neighbor’s house, surrounded by flashing lights and nosy reporters. They were all here because of the Claw Killer. He had struck again the night before, and this time he had killed my neighbors. I had seen their bodies. They were lying on their bed, their eyes wide open in horror. Their necks were cut open, and their chests were torn apart. I had been the one who heard the screams, but by the time Zane arrived with his colleagues, the killer was gone, and so were the lives of the couple next door. Although I didn’t know them that much, it hurt like hell. They didn’t deserve to be mutilated and butchered like animals. I felt sick to my stomach as I snapped the remaining photos of the crime scene. I was about to go inside the house when Zane came out of the front door. He looked grim and tired, his suit stained with blood. He sighted me and walked towards me, pushing through the crowd of reporters and curious on

Alpha George’s POV My father calmly lowered his rifle and looked at me with a cold expression. “George, follow me. We have to talk.” He said, ignoring Alicia, who was still on the bed, sobbing and clutching the sheets. I followed him out of the room, leaving behind the blood and tears. The guards had already taken my brother’s body away, dragging him like a sack of potatoes. We walked down the dark corridors, past the other rooms where warriors were guarding. They looked at us with curiosity and fear, knowing that something was wrong. They whispered amongst themselves, but no one dared to ask any questions. My father led me to his office, a large and luxurious room with a desk, a sofa, a fireplace, and a wall full of trophies. He closed the door behind us and locked it. He gestured for me to sit on the sofa, while he placed his rifle on his desk and sat on it facing me. He took a deep breath and said, “Son, this morning the pack council is going to decide if you are going to conti