Third person's P.O.VElizabeth stormed into the study room, her presence commanding attention. Her heart raced, hands trembling, as the haunting possibilities of her granddaughter enduring the worst tormented her thoughts. Deep within, she knew her sons, knew the depths of their capability, the chilling void of emotions and the immense want of revenge that could make them living monsters at times."Where is she?" she demanded, her words cutting through the air.Alpha Matteo, seemingly unperturbed, idly flipped through the pages of his book, his long legs draped over the desk. A Courtesan Cigar smouldered in his other hand, indifference oozing from every pore."Mother, perhaps you shouldn't concern yourself," he drawled, seemingly careless, "It's already night. Why not get some sleep?"Elizabeth's patience snapped like a fraying wire, "Answer the question, Matteo! Where is she?!""She is where she should be.""Answer the fucking question, Matteo. Where is hell my granddaughter?"As Ma
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