Chapter 507 True Identity of Shadow Pack Alpha

Hayley’s POVÍ

I looked up at Thomas after hearing his suggestion and Immediately rejected it. “There’s no need for that. Let’s try other ways first. Using those methods on a defenseless human would make us no better than Irving.

Thomas lowered his head in shame. “I’m sorry, Alpha.was just worried about your safety and wanted to get you out as soon as possible.”

“What’s there to fear? Staying here is the safest option for me, I said with a reassuring smile.

“No one can come in, and I can’t get out. What could they possibly do to me? Even though the police have physical evidence, they need a solid chain of proof to dose the case. There are still too many unanswered questions for them to convict me immediately.”

“Besides, did you forget my true identity as the Alpha of the Shadow Pack? If things get truly desperate, I can always reveal who I am.”

“I hope it won’t come to that,” Thomas muttered, though he seemed somewhat convinced by my words.

Thomas’s POV:

I pretended to be persuaded by Alpha Hayley, but deep down, I made a silent vow. If we really had no other options, I’d use any means necessary to rescue her.

Sometimes, being the bad guy is the only way to protect the people you care about:

Leaving the police station, I followed Alpha Hayley’s instructions and went to the hospital to visit Odessa

had been transferred to a regular ward but still showed no signs of waking up.

instructing my assistant to leave the flowers, I was

me worriedly. “You’ve

to visit the suspect, which I was well aware of. That’s why Johnny and I had been handling everything

he was, I offered some reassurance. “She’s fine,

the situation difficult?” he

man stab your mother. But he’s just

convicted. And the conditions in detention

to get her

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that I quickly left, leaving Benjamin standing

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witnessed the ime, stumbled out of

drunk as he was making his way

he passed through a dark alley, several figures suddenly emerged, throwing a sack

in a pitch–black room, a single

cloak, sat in a chair with his legs crossed, facing away from the door.

finger rhythmically on the

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