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My mate, Alpha Richard, locked our she-pup inside a sealed antique cabinet.
Our asthmatic pup.
All because his adopted sister's pup was throwing a tantrum and needed a "doll" to amuse him.
"It's just a Ball-Jointed Doll in there," he sneered. "Can't you even tell your own pup from a doll?"
Then he walked next door to praise the boy. “You’re so much braver than my pup,” he cooed. “You’re my favorite.”
Later, at a fashion show, he let his sister steal the designs I made for our pup.
He called me a plagiarist to protect her.
I was about to shatter when a man burst through the doors.
In his hands was a funeral portrait of my pup.

The Alpha’s Empty Antique Cabinet

“Liam? What are you doing here? And what's that... thing in your hand?”


But before Richard could finish speaking, Liam gave a wave of his hand.


Instantly, dozens of bodyguards swarmed Richard.


They slammed him to the ground, viciously forcing his head down and smashing it against the floor again and again.


The sharp thuds were agonizing to even hear.


Richard, utterly bewildered, screamed desperately.


“Let me go! Do you have any idea who I am? This is Blackwood territory!”


But the bodyguards paid him no mind; the Rivermoon Pack was far more powerful.


Not until Richard's forehead was covered in blood and he was on the verge of passing out did Liam slowly call them off.


The one-sided abuse came to an end. Richard tried to get to his feet, but to no avail.


In the end, it was a frantic Monica who helped Richard up.


“Liam, as far as I’m concerned, I haven’t done anything recently to offend the Rivermoon Pack. So why are you treating me like this today?”


Chapter 5