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Chapter 301
~Melvin’s POV~
I watched the man straighten immediately. "We weren’t informed of any visitors, sir."
I narrowed my eyes as the car came to a stop, and two men stepped out. They were dressed sharply, their movements calculated, and their auras spoke of authority.
The older of the two, a man in his mid-fifties with silver streaks running through his dark hair, adjusted his suit as he approached the main entrance.
His companion was younger with broad-shouldered, and stayed close behind him, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.
I set my whisky down and moved to the living room, my curiosity already piqued as I waited. By the time I reached the grand hall, the two men were already being led inside by one of my guards.
"Sir," the guard announced, "these gentlemen are here to see you."
I stepped forward, my posture relaxed slightly but my commanding aura never left. "And who might you be?"
The older man stepped forward, his demeanour cool and composed. "Thorn Wills," he said calmly. "Beta of the Thorned Crescent Pack and Lieutenant of the Allied Rogue Forces."
I raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. "So the alliance finally sent someone."
"Yes," Thorn replied, "and since you just joined, it’s only fair we make introductions in person. However..." He paused, his gaze sharp as it settled on me. "We’ve also received some concerning information."
"Oh?" I chuckled, folding my arms. "Do tell."
Thorn’s lips thinned, his voice dropping into a colder tone. "We’ve learnt that you, Melvin Devereaux, had Zia Gold in your custody... and you let her escape."
At the mention of Zara—Zia Gold—I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound dripping with mockery.
"So what is this? A kindergarten or some high school parole police. Wait, am I going to go to detention?" I asked, spreading my arms to the side and laughing.
"Melvin Devereaux, this is serious. Zia Gold is important and you cannot just act on your own anymore."
"Wait... Hold that shit. Thankfully, you just said I just joined the alliance," I said, my tone light but laced with sarcasm. "As such, any action I took in the past has absolutely nothing to do with you. My dealings with Snow Zephyr are personal."
Thorn’s companion, who had remained silent until now, shifted slightly, his presence as imposing as the Beta’s. Thorn, however, didn’t flinch at my retort.
"From now on," Thorn said, his voice cutting through the room like a blade, "you’ll leave your grudges aside and focus on the ultimate goal of the alliance."
I scoffed, shaking my head. "You make it sound so simple. But let me make one thing clear—"
Before I could finish, Thorn’s aura exploded, filling the room with an oppressive weight that made the air feel thick. My chest tightened, and my wolf growled in protest, but I held my ground, even as my knees threatened to buckle.
"You will do as you’re told," Thorn enunciated, his voice a dangerous growl, "or the alliance will be forced to take measures."
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