Author’s POV Alpha Mason stroked his stinging cheek with one hand, glaring daggers at the leader who had dared to slap him. His wolf was already clawing at the surface, ready to take full control. “I…I was framed,” he stuttered, the words tasting like ash in his mouth, still hoping against all reason that they might believe him. “I have never seen those bags before, and I don’t even know how the fuck they got into my pocket.” The guys exchanged quick, mocking glances. Mason tossed them a desperate, hopeful look, but to his shock, they all burst into harsh, mocking laughter so hard tears streamed from their eyes. The sound grated on his nerves like broken glass, and the heavy, choking stench of wolfsbane weakened him further, forcing his wolf back down with a painful whimper. “Why the fuck are you laughing?” Mason demanded, his voice exploding with fury. “If you planned this, I swear to the moon goddess this shit isn’t funny.” The leader wiped tears from his eyes, still chuck
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