Enslaved to the Mad Alpha
Hera would never have come to rescue, so whatever it was she had in mind had to be far worse than having my head bashed in by Maduro’s powerful fist.
“Now listen closely,” Hera started but was interrupted by a skinny, tall, guard who hurried in and prostrated.
“Ike and his men are here!”
The panic on Maduro’s face made my heart skip a bit.
Maduro was not scared of anything. Not even during the war that broke out ten years ago when the Thradeu clan had attacked and almost won, but Maduro found a way to reach out to the Alpha of the Shadow clan, the mad alpha, no one knew what he looked like or even his actual name. But everyone had the same thing to say about him, he was a beast, a devil, a c
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