Triplets for the Alpha
"And if you don't, I'll tell the entire kingdom about your little operation."
The King scoffed. "Tell them what? That I don't even know where those witches are being held?"
"I'll find out," I said, my voice hardening. "And when I do, the truth will come out."
The King laughed, a harsh, humorless sound. "Nobody would believe a bunch of fake emails, Asher. You have no proof."
My face paled slightly, but my voice remained steady. "They're not fake."
"Technology these days," the King continued, his tone condescending. "Photoshop, whatever it's called. You have no evidence. So, if I were you, I'd give up my rights to the pack and leave Mallory."