Alpha Bait
is?”
    “Killing another alpha. No one has even tried to do it that I know of. We’re bound by our wolves, and they make us better alphas. Our pack is our main priority.”
    “Chain wants to kill you in order to separate his wolf so he can do what?”
    Standing back up, Scorch needed to think. “Tori mentioned the fact he couldn’t force himself on her or other women. I’m guessing he wants to separate the two so he can do whatever the hell he wants. I’ve never met him. I know people who have.”
    “Then get them on the phone. He can’t hurt you, Scorch. This is too fucking important.”
    Scorch agreed. He opened the file and started dialing the first number.
    “He hurt Tori and ordered her to come here?” David asked.
    “Yeah. I never told you this, but she wanted to kill herself that first night. She was ready to jump out of the window to end it all. I know you don’t trust her.”
    “She’s been through a lot. The fact she’s told you the truth puts her back up in esteem in my book. I’m sorry for causing this shit-storm.”
    Scorch nodded. “I don’t want anyone treating her differently.”
    “No one will know what happened until you tell them.”
    For the next half an hour Scorch got in touch with over five alphas from packs in the surrounding areas. They all agreed to make their way north for a meeting in three days. He would need to set off tomorrow to make it there in time. Going back to David’s room, he took Victoria back to her room, making sure the window was closed before going to his own.
    David was rounding up three more men to go with them for protection. Staring outside of the window, he downed two glasses of brandy one after the other. The expensive taste didn’t register with him.
    When he heard his door opening, he knew Victoria was the one responsible for invading his peace.
    “I’m sorry,” she said, whispering the words.
    Turning to look at her, he saw she wore a long nightshirt. On closer inspection he recognized it was one of his old shirts.
    “What are you sorry for?” he asked, pouring himself another drink.
    “I didn’t want to do what Chain asked. I wanted to tell. I just didn’t know how.” She wrapped her arms around her body as if she was trying to ward off the pain.
    “I don’t hold you responsible for what happened, Tori. Far from it.”
    “You won’t even look at me.”
    He held her gaze letting her know he didn’t have any problem looking at her. “I’ve not got any issues with you, baby.”
    “Then why are you holding yourself back? I know David hates me, and I bet all of the pack hates me.”
    The glass he’d been holding crushed in his palm. She yelped, jumping back.
    “None of the pack will be saying a word to you. David knows the truth, and he’s aware of the fact you didn’t want to do it. I’m trying to process everything you’ve told me, Tori. It’s not like you’ve told me you prefer women to men. What Chain is doing and what he’s got planned is fucking serious.”
    Looking out of the window he tried to stop the anger from developing into something more.
    “I know.”
    “No, you don’t understand. Chain hurting his pack and then wanting to kill another alpha goes against everything that makes us leaders. If he succeeds in killing another alpha then we’re all done for. It’s a natural balance for us to lead without inflicting harm on another pack member.”
    The tears coming from her eyes were killing him.
    “I need you to know that I couldn’t have done it. I’d rather die than lead you to him.”
    “I’m a lot stronger than you give me credit.”
    “No, he knows how to hurt you. If you attack him that makes you vulnerable if your wolf forces the change. I know it makes you all hurt once the change is forced. Please, understand what he’s capable of.”
    Closing the distance, he cupped her face staring into her eyes. They were such a beautiful green and filled with so much worry. “I know what he’s capable of. I’m

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