In the Bentley estate, the air was solemn as Dominic Bentley threw the papers on the ground.
He couldn't believe his team.
He wanted to open their heads and see if their brain were still functioning.
His gaze turned dark as he looked at his subordinate, who stood before him with his head bowed.
"You fucking moron! Yes, I said to warn her, but when did I mention to do it when she is with the triplet alphas? Do you think this is a small matter? It will take an official form for the Ashborn pack, and the news would reach the joint council soon since Amelia is a healer," Dominic said.
"But, sir, those men weren't ours and not appointed to the team. So, how would they come for us?" The subordinate asked.
Dominic Bentley felt like he had just aged a few decades hearing that statement.