Chapter 81

Two hours later, Alpha Jefferson's breathing came in gasping, and his body was so painful that even coughing became torture. He was a hundred-year-old werewolf and an Alpha, yet he had never experienced this kind of anguish before. It was uncommon; he was not recovering from the unbearable blows and tortures from the new guard. And right now, his hatred towards the Wetland pack was unmistakable and as clear as the sun, like acid burns from deep within.

But nothing hurts more than seeing the love of his life tortured and then drained in front of him. Alpha Jefferson's resentment roared through his mind. While the pain was beyond any nightmare he had before, it was more than madness and an uproar in his soul. Seeing his daughter's unconscious eyes with dry tears on them, he couldn't do anything to ease her pain; he was hopeless and tied up, yet he was immobilised by fury and retaliation.

And again, he was tied in with silver handcuffs. The number one foe of werewolves, spe