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

regular ward but still

my assistant to leave the flowers, I was

“You’ve seen Hayley How is

wasn’t allowed to visit the suspect, which I was well aware of.

offered some reassurance. “She’s fine,

difficult?” he

“A waiter witnessed the incident and saw a man stab your mother. But he’s just an ordinary

be convicted. And the conditions

to figure out a way to get her

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quickly left, leaving Benjamin standing the, weighed down

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who had witnessed the ime, stumbled out of a

drunk as he was making his way home.

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

pitch–black room, a single hanging lamp

black, draped in a cloak, sat in a chair with

rhythmically on the armrest exuding a sense of

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