Chapter hundred-four

Walking down the corridor, I sighed with my hands dipped inside my pants pocket.

My face abraded in anger, the Inner corners of my eyebrows raised, my eyelids loose, and my lip corners pulled down.

I don't think that I have to keep wallowing or overthinking about what took place there a few minutes ago.

Yes, it is draining and frustrating but at the end of the day I couldn't do much.

Walking toward the penitentiary where I assume that my father will have Amelia tied down.

I couldn't seem to get her off my head and as it stands now I need to save her shit out from here.

Stopping in front of the penitentiary, the guards bowed as an act of submissiveness, I nodded at them and tried taking a step forward when suddenly my path was blocked.

I arched my eyebrow at them with my lips curling in anger, "What's that for?"

"Alpha Albin ordered us not to let in here," one of the guards said, earning a quirk brow me.

"Albin, huh," I smiled tenderly.

I glanced at them and tried to walk in