Chapter Seventy Six

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Arkyn stood up, his body shaking from Conan pulling back. Arkyn was trying to catch his breath as he elevated the situation around him. He had completely blacked out the last thing he remembered was the urge to get to Alice. He looked around the room, his eyes first finding the pair of blue eyes staring at him. He recognized her as Jame’s mate. His eyes flickered to the man behind her and then the smell of blood invaded his scent.

“Alpha.” Garold said from behind him, quietly, his hand clenching is very torn and most likely a broken arm.

“What the hell?’ Arkyn lashed out as he turned and faced Garold, he looked at the flesh hanging off of his arm as Garold clutched it applying pressure to it.

“Conan didn;t appreciate me getting in his way.” Garold smiled weakly.

“Hell.” Arkyn scruffed, shaking his head, a flash of remorse in his eye before turning back to Eliza.

“Explain.” Arkyn said quietly, the quietness to his voice adding a deadly tone.

“Can we go speak in private