Rogue Alpha Ryan POV
I threw my glass of whiskey against the wall and it shattered into pieces. I was so angry I could see red.
Two of my warriors stood in front of me, shaking in fear.
“What do you mean they are all dead?” I asked, my voice seething with anger.
“They all had fatal stab wounds, Alpha.” One of the warriors said in a shaky voice.
“What about Isabella?” I asked.
“There were no signs of her.” The other warrior answered with the same shaky voice.
“So you're telling me, I lost eight men and I still don’t have Isabella?” I asked, already knowing the answer but couldn’t wrap my head around how this was even possible.
“Yes, Alpha.” They replied in unison.
“Leave!” I yelled, and they practically ran from my office, shutting the door behind them.
How the f**k is this pos
