Chapter 52. The Dark Story of the Golden Moon Pack

Maverick's words left Albert dumbfounded. What the hell did the damn guy mean? What had his father done in the past? Did Christian Dexter also get the same fate as him? Did that mean his mother was also a Bloodwolf?

Albert's heads were arguing with each other until it was very noisy. In his information-hungry state, Maverick's words were a distraction.

"What's with your expression, Alpha Albert? Did I say something that hurt you?" taunted Maverick with a crooked smile.

Albert gritted his teeth and pulled Maverick's collar roughly, causing the man's head to hit the metal bars hard. Fresh blood flowed from the temple. The old man groaned, then wiped the blood from the wound on his forehead. Maverick looked at the fresh blood on his fingertips and licked it off while closing his eyes.

"I never thought my blood would be this good," Maverick said of his psychotic behavior.

Maverick's laughter ignited Albert's emotions. The Alpha tried hard to suppress his anger lest the old man provoke him