Chapter Fifty-five: My Bed Mate.

TRISTAN'S POV

I know the piece of cloth is his. I shook my head in disgrace. This man was a shame to a wolf-man like me.

“Come out, come out wherever you are,” I said, passing the closet.

“Come out Lionel. You have been defeated. Come out now.” I kept moving away purposely. “Enough of the hide and seek,” I left where I was standing to a distance before I turned back and returned to the closet again.

Tearing it open, the fat wolf king fell out, on the ground. I grabbed him immediately and dragged him into the extreme part of the room and opened the escape hatch.

I looked him in the eyes. “Lionel, for the sake of our old friendship, I will give you a chance to leave but on one condition… Go to Lucien, and tell him that Tristan will come for him next.”

The Alpha stared at me in horror, shivering underneath my skin, I forced him down the escape shaft and shut it tight.

I breathed. I hope he gets to Lucien on time and tells him, so he can prepare because Malcolm is coming at him in full fo