Trapped with the Alpha King
He passed through the workers, his sharp gaze taking in every effort and flaw, when Simon’s horse emerged beside his.
“Alpha, it’s done,” Simon reported. “News is already spreading, Lady Althea is not Cain’s daughter. We made sure the details supporting it are reaching every corner.”
“Good.” Gavriel’s voice was calm, almost too calm. “And this man… Amon. Did we uncover anything about him?”
Simon scratched at the back of his head. “Alpha, you only ordered us this morning. Our men are still tracking. It would be easier if we had a sketch. There are too many Amon in the kingdom.”