CHAPTER TWELVE

Jake’s POV

I slammed the door shut behind me. Who did that stuffed shirt think he was anyway? Michael Dean. I wanted nothing but to put an end to his life. Everywhere I went, he was there. like my doom.

I still can’t believe the extent of the betrayal. After I had spoken to Desma Alpha, he assured me that the Alpha King was mine. He will pay. I’ll make sure of it. Werewolves would definitely be horrible without me. I loosened my waist and unbuttoned my shirt. Walking to the wine bar, I took a bottle of bourbon and poured myself a drink.

“Your highness,” I heard a voice behind me. It was the beta.

“Who met the alpha of the Desma?” I gritted my teeth.

“Your highness, it was I. He has promi-" I turned and threw the glass in his direction. Felix, the gamma, ducked as the glass splashed on the wall. It missed his head, but a shard of glass hit his back. The red color staining his white made me smile broadly. Maybe if I kept him here all night, he would bleed to death.

“You were saying.” I