Quinton
“He captured my f*****g Beta! That’s how f*****g strong his pack is, Quinton! MY BETA!! Strong isn’t even the right word. There’s no way that pack should be as strong as they are if they’ve fought four days in a row! It’s like they’re getting stronger with each battle. What the actual f**k? How the f**k am I supposed to get my Beta back?”
“We’ll get your Beta back, Thomas,” I say, sitting back. “Did Warren smell like he’d marked his new mate?”
“Who the f**k cares about his mate, Quinton! He has my Beta!” he snarls at me. My answering snarl causes the walls in my office to vibrate and the pictures on the wall to shift.
“Don’t you dare take that f*****g tone with me, Thomas,” I say, sitting forward. “I said we’d get your Beta back and I meant it. But I need to know if we have to
