Chapter 44. Alpha Ernest Gets What He Deserves (2)

I am thankful that I don’t have time to ponder that for long as I hear Ernest’s voice from the top of the staircase.

“Whoever the hell it is, Billy, tell him to get the fuck out!” he yells.

I decide it is time to use the mind-link. “I don’t think that’s in your best interest, Ernest,” I tell him.

“Oh, shit,” he replies. “King Maddox? I had no idea you were coming today.”

“Surprise,” I mind-link back.

A moment later, Ernest is coming down the stairs, tying his robe. I get a flash of what’s beneath it—nothing—and my stomach turns. Ernest is a fat, floppy, small-dicked bastard.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise!” he says, coming into the foyer. “Billy! Why didn’t you offer our guest a seat and a drink?”

“Sorry, sir,” Billy says, looking sheepish. “Alpha King, sir, would you like—”

“I’m fine, Billy,” I assure him. “This won’t take long. Where’s your Beta, Ernest?” I ask.

“Miguel? Who the fuck knows?” Ernest says. “He’s worthless.”

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