FIFTY SEVEN

Throughout the entire night, the Alpha King was restless. No – to say he was restless would be an understatement.

He didn't sleep a wink due to the incessant flow of anxiety through every cell of his being.

Currently, dawn was yet to descend over the Pack, but Shawn could be seen, fully dressed with his car keys in his right hand, and his phone in the other.

“Was it some kind of fucking a prank or what?” he muttered as his index finger once more tapped the number which sent him that text. And just like the previous responses, the owner refused to pick up the darn call.

“Shit!” Shawn drove his fingers into his hair then ruffled his locks endlessly – he seriously couldn't calm down for much longer.

Now, he blamed himself for not rushing to the texted address the moment he received it. In his state of self-doubt and contemplation, a knock kissed the door.

Without uttering a word, Shawn went ahead to pull the doorknob backwards, and as expected, the fatigued face of his beta came in place