Chapter 10. Cruel Truths

Liam

Her mouth falls open in disbelief. “My… pack alpha?”

The innocence in her tone angers me instantly.

How dare she try to pretend like she has no idea what’s going on. As if she wasn’t sent here specifically for me. In no world is it possible that Cyrus Lovett would think I’ve forgotten about that night—buried it deep within me until the memories no longer haunted me.

How insulting. How harshly he spits on the graves of those he’s killed.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Lovett,” I snap, causing her to flinch. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. What your pack alpha did.”

To my surprise, tears well in her eyes. The bond squeezes painfully, resonating with her emotions.

Is this some kind of tactic? Use my own compassion against me? Playing a dirty game such as this would be right up Cyrus’s alley and absolutely something he would teach his enforcers in order to carry out the perfect murder.

After all, he’d used something