The Alpha’s Hidden Heirs by Avery Rose

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The Alpha’s Huddle H

Chapter 175

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The video played on the screen, and my eyes stayed glued to Selene. She stood in front of the door, her hand gripping the doorknob tightly as her shoulders shook from silent sobs.

She took out her phone and dialed someone. I couldn’t hear the conversation, but after a few moments, she suddenly threw the phone to the ground, her frustration and despair evident. She wiped her tears with trembling hands, and something in her broken expression twisted something deep

inside me.

I clenched my fists, struggling to maintain my composure as I watched her fall apart on the screen.

Then, a group of men approached her. She took a hesitant step back, but the men stood next to the room, blocking her path. One of them opened the door, gesturing for her to go inside.

From the room, a man in his fifties stepped out. His presence alone sent a wave of unease through me, and apparently, I wasn’t the only one.

I heard the sharp intake of breath from Finn and the others beside me.

Selene immediately joined her hands in front of the older man, her posture pleading. She shook her head repeatedly, clearly trying to refuse whatever it was they wanted her to do.

But one of the men grabbed her by the neck and forced her to drink from a bottle of wine. Selene struggled, pushing him away as she coughed violently, her face turning red from the effort.

men around her laughed cruelly,

Selene from head to toe, his expression cold and calculating. He

before she seemed to make

unprepared for her

to catch her.

by desperation. My heart pounded harder

then, to my shock, she

ran straight

in my throat as

weight of my officials‘ gazes shifting toward me, but I didn’t

began to pound with an intensity that shook me. The truth I had been chasing, the reality I had been avoiding–both were staring me in the face

video from my angle,” I ordered, my voice

through the footage, looking for the angle that captured

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as he found it, he played it.

placing my palms on the glass desk as I studied

the waiter. After a few moments, the waiter left, but I didn’t

it clearly now.

me. She looked up at me, her tear–streaked face filled

me, her lips moving quickly, and then pointed in a direction behind her. She glanced