The Alpha's Daughter
I frown and ask,
“Why are you helping us?”
He raises his eyebrows at me and says,
“You want my help, yet you think you can come in here and ask me questions, Darius.”
I go to stand as Layla grabs my arm; she narrows her eyes at me before saying,
“Darius didn't mean any disrespect, Mathias, but if you don't answer him, we will leave.”
He put his head down, and his shoulders slumped as he rubbed his arms and said,
“My daughter was sixteen when the Alphas came for her; we never saw her alive again.”
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