Sylvie Morgan's pov Scanning the contacts in his phone I find Kellen's and then Kirill's just underneath. Pressing the dial button for the Alpha, my heart clenched in my chest, hearing it dial. “Hello?” His rough husky voice answered causing my heart to skip a beat “Ah, hello, Sir…I um, I need your help,” I stammered as he listened. “What do you need, female?” “Alpha Nash is holding Lennox hostage and I want to break him free,” I blurted out. After a long pause, Kirill started to laugh. “I don't think this is a laughing matter!” “You want me to start a pack war over YOUR MATE,” he asked me incredulously. Swallowing nervously I squeaked out a soft, “Yes.” Hearing a long exhale, he growled, “I will be at Lennox’s home in the morning; goodnight, Sylvie,” he said firmly, and I smiled. “Thank you, sir!” “Call me Kirill,” he growled and ended the call. Just then, the patio door slid open, And I turned to see Lennox stroll in, carrying bags as if nothing was wron
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