Alpha Jaxon POV
We returned the women to the cells, while Amber's face was stricken. I held up the bag, containing her father's head and flung it into the cell, causing her to look at the bloodstained fabric in revulsion, even as her hand slowly reached out to pull it away, her scream bloodcurdling and music to my ears as she stared down at it.
"Bastard" she screamed, leaping backward while Marigold held her back "How could you? How could you" she screamed hysterically, while the other women looked away, ashamed at their complicity in helping me overtake her father's pack and merge it successfully with my own.
I walked in and took the bag, holding it up as she blanched, her pallor pale, her lower lip quivering as her expression went blank.
"I told you I would bring you a souvenir,"
