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~ Wyatt ~

Walking into the empty club was a miserable affair, well empty apart from the fucking yappy pups that were growling at me like I gave a shit about them; hadn't I made it clear that they had NOT bothered me back at the penthouse. So, I was hardly concerned by them now.

Walking through the club with Emmy sleeping in my arms, I held her to me cautiously because although the bastards didn't pose any harm to me, I wasn't stupid enough to trust anyone near her while she was defenceless. My eyes fell on a female that I am sure was once beautiful, before years of cock and high heels had tainted her soul, making her as ugly on the outside as she felt on the inside.

Finding a couch, I eyed it in disgust, wondering how many men had gotten laid on the filthy thing. Humans repulsed me, so absorbed in their own greed they hardly recognised what a gift their lives were.

"Alpha." I heard a tweedle dumb and tweedle dee announce as the door opened; Matteo strolled in, his tight-fitting suit