Chapter 105


    Gannon POV


    Liam had to keep turning the music up. Mrs. Daley’s screams echoed around the basement. Eventually,


    her screams cut outpletely, her body b****y and lifeless, having skinned the b***h alive. Oh, how I


    loved hearing them scream. Although I could have gone without the e******n, it gave me. Blood coated


    the stone floor red, the smell was pungent, and the ce reeked of raw meat.


    Washing my hands in the filthy sink, I dry them on a hessian bag I found sitting beside it before looking at


    the old hag’s pelt hanging up on a hook from the ceiling, admiring my handiwork. I headed for the stairs


    with a shrug. The rickety old steps creaked under my weight as I climbed them. Opening the door, I


    shake my head when I see Liam shaking his a*s and dancing to the music he had ring loudly. Liam


    was still wearing his floral apron while doing the dishes.


    Katrinaes into the kitchen with another pile of tes clutched in her hands, a tea towel draped over


    her shoulder. She gives me a wary look. She hesitates for a second, then hurries past me toward the


    small kitchen. I watch as she sets the tes on the bench beside Liam. He grabs her hand and twirls her


    around before pulling her to dance with him, tugging her body flush against his.


    Only then does he spot me standing by the basement door. He smirks, letting her go before letting her go


    and drying his hands on the apron.


    “About time; I thought you were trying on Mrs. Daley and wearing her skin as a suit with how long you


    were taking,” Liamughs. Katrina stares wide-eyed at me, turning my head to look at her, and she


    hastily looks away.


    Liam undoes his apron and sets it on the counter before pecking Katrina on the cheek. “Be seeing you


    later, Dollface,” he says, sending her a wink. I shake my head as he walks towards me when he stops at


    the door leading out to the hall. “On second thought.” He turns back and snatches the apron off the


    counter.


    “You don’t want this, do you?” Katrina shakes her head. I was pretty sure she would give him her kidney


    if it meant he would get away from her. Probably even cut it out herself.


    “Good, good, it looks better on me anyway,” he says, chucking it over his shoulder and sauntering out.


    “Ah, Mrs. Daley?” Katrina asks me when I turn to follow him.


    “No need to worry, I already hung her up to dry, just let her air out for a bit,” I tell her, following Liam back


    through the ce. I stop when I pass Oliver and Logan, who are both still sitting in the same spot,


    huddled underneath a nket, watching the other children ying with some puzzles.


    “I will be back in a few hours to pick you up; I have someone I want you both to meet,” I tell them. Oliver


    rests his head on Logan’s shoulder, sucking his thumb.


    “Who?” Logan asks me, hugging his brother closer. “A woman named rice. You will like her, and she


    will love both of you. She will take good care of you.” I told him and he chewed his lip while looking at his


    little brother. He nods, so I turn on my heel before walking outside. When I do, I am confronted with


    Alpha Dean and Alpha Brock, who were having a heated argument with Liam.


    “Can I help you?” I ask them,ing behind Liam and stepping over the small brick fence that ran along


    the footpath.


    “Don’t you mean can I help you? This isn’t your pack, and we were called here about a disturbance,”


    Alpha Dean states.


    “Is that right? Well,st I checked, werewolves were lower on the food chain. So I suggest you move


    along before you meet the real big bad wolf,” I snarl. Alpha Dean looks at Liam and me before focusing


    back on me and looking me up and down.


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    “Well, the King never informed either of us that you would be showing up; if we had known, we would


    have prepared for your arrival,” Alpha Dean adds, ncing around nervously.


    “No preparations needed. If you will excuse me, I have a butcher who needs butchering,” I tell them


    before smiling and shoving past them both. I open the driver’s door, and Liam tosses me the keys, and l


    snatch them out of the air, about to climb in the car.


    “Exactly why are you here?” Alpha Brock asks.


    “Little slow, this Alpha is. No wonder the pack is going broke. Not one brain cell between the two of


    them,” Liam says, and I smirk at his words.


    “The two rogue boys inside will be leaving with me when I return; touch them, you will be hanging


    alongside Mrs. Daley in the basement,” I tell them before climbing into the car.


    They nced at the orphanage behind them, and we drove off. Liam gave me directions to the butcher’s


    shop in town. It just so happened to be in the small town square, and we received a few nervous nces


    as we climbed out and headed inside the small ce.


    A huge ss disy fridge was out the front taking up half the store, but I could see a room out the back


    behind the til. Pushing through the hinged door beside the fridge disy, I went out the back of the small


    store to the freezer room. I could hear muffled yelling as I approached the enormous steel door. Twisting


    the handle, I yanked it open and stepped inside. The room was freezing, and I shivered instantly.


    “Oh, a little frosty in here,” Liam chuckles. However, my attention was solely on the butcher, who stared


    with big brown eyes. He was in his mid-forties, still dressed in id pajama pants, his hair a mess and


    sticking up at odd angles. His teeth chattered, and his lips were blue. His chest was b**e, and his n*****s


    were hard. Goosebumps covered every inch of him.


    Liam had skillfully tied him. There was no way he would have been able to shift to get out of his


    restraints.