Alpha’s Little Plaything
“Stay safe, my little one.”
As I walked out to the car, I pulled out my phone and called my most trusted Beta. My voice dropped to a low growl.
“Keep tabs on Marla,” I ordered. “I want every detail of her and Rebecca’s lives — from day one. Leave nothing unchecked.”
“Understood, Alpha,” he replied.
I ended the call, my jaw tightening. This time, no secret would stay buried.
This time I will protect my girls with my life. I won’t let any of them be taken or made to suffer again. Whoever is behind this will pay — they’ll wish they’d never been born. They'll wish they had never dared touch what's mine.