Chapter 6

Hunter’s POV

I slumped into the leather chair in my study, after slamming the door behind me.

The echo of Akira's sobs still lingering in the living room. Watching her stand there, tears streaming down her face, I had felt a pang of something I refused to acknowledge.

But still, pity wasn’t an option.

Forcing her to pretend she had agreed to be my mate in front of the older Alphas, her father's old friends; had been my laid-out plan.

But I never planned on her admitting to being her father’s murderer, at least not in the way it had happened.

My swift wit of making her confess that she had killed her father in the present of the older Alphas hadn’t been my plan that morning. But it was the only way to prevent those old fools in my living room from executing their plans on me.

Thus, she had to play the part until my plans were fulfilled.

I hated every second of it, I hated that she had to stood there crying like a persecuted criminal, who was in the mercy of her executional.

But it wa