Chapter 390. Howl De Lune (14)

Valen’s POV

“That phone isn't mine,” Mercedes denied. She swallowed thickly and pointed to the quiet auburn-haired woman who kept her head bowed and face hidden in submission. “She planted it on me. She’s a part of it too. Why aren’t you asking her?”

“You sabotaged the entire night.” I slammed a fist into my palm, cracking my knuckles one by one. “I know you have my flower. Where is it?”

“Alpha, this quarrel is between you and them. I was just hired to operate the submarine. I swear I had no idea the woman was yours,” the bleached-out, spiky mullet-haired man mumbled through tears on his crunched-up face, clasping his hands, his moist, black eyes desperate. “Please spare me. Shit, man.”

“You're all traitors. None of you is better than the other, you imbecile.” Theo's snarl shut them up.