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Alpha Cameron In a fit of rage, I threw the glass of scotch I was holding against the wall and it shattered into a million pieces. Standing by my office door, my Beta and Gamma flinched at my outburst. I was beyond angry. My blood was boiling. Not only did I fail at bringing back my mate, but I was chased off like a coward by a couple of ghosts from my past. How the f**k were my half-brothers still alive? They were supposed to be dead. My father and I personally made the arrangements to have them killed along with their mother years ago. Someone has some serious explaining to do. "Bring me, Carter and Dean!" I commanded, venom lacing my words. "Yes, Alpha." my Beta Mike replied, fearful. Without waiting, my Gamma and Beta ran out of the room, leaving me alone. I sat behind my desk