Page 154 of Healed in the Alpha's Embrace
When I pulledup to the gym, red and blue lights were flashing. Two cop cars and Kyler’s silver Range Rover sat in the parking lot. I slammed the truck into park and jumped out, blood boiling.
Shattered glass glittered on the sidewalk from the busted front window. Graffiti tags slashed across the brick façade. The stench of strange wolves hung heavy in the air.
“What the fuck,” I growled, fists clenching at my sides.
Kyler jogged over to meet me. “Thank God you’re here. It’s bad, man.”
I pushed past him and stalked into the gym, taking stock of the damage. Spray paint on the walls, cracked mirrors, boxing bags ripped open, and the stuffing spilling out. Months of hard work and investment trashed in minutes.
A snarl ripped from my throat before I could stop it. The cops glanced over warily.
“Noah Alexander?” A uniformed officer approached me, notepad in hand. “I’m Officer Briggs. Can you tell me anything about what happened here tonight?”
I scraped a hand over my face, trying to rein in my temper. “Not much to tell. I got a call from the security company around three a.m., saying the alarm was triggered. Came straight over and found... this.” I gestured at the wreckage.
“What about the security cameras? They catch anything?” Kyler cut in.
The cop flipped his notepad shut with a sigh. “We’ve reviewed the tapes, but we’ll look at them again if you give us copies and see if we can ID the suspects. Looks like they knew how to avoid the cameras for the most part, though.”
Of course they had. George was a smart bastard, I’d give him that much. He’d make sure his goons had left no trace.
As soon as the cops cleared out, I turned to Kyler, eyes flashing. “What I want to know is, how the hell did they get past our defenses? Past our men?” The question ate at my gut like acid. “You don’t think?—”
“No.” Kyler shook his head firmly. “None of your guys would turn. It’s gotta be an outsider.”
I barked out a harsh laugh. “Great. That’s fucking great.”
The bitter scent of my own fury mingled with the trash and piss stinking up my beautiful new gym. A gym now marred with the taunting marks of my enemies.
First, George had threatened my mate, now my business. He was trying to break me, destroy everything I’d built. And I’d be damned if I let him get away with it.
“All right. Let’s look at the security tapes,” I said through clenched teeth. “See what these fuckers’ faces look like. Someone in town has to know something.”
“On it.” Kyler strode toward the back office, all business now.
I stood alone in the wreckage, a wolf in the face of a coming storm. My instincts screamed at me to hunt down George, rip him apart, and protect what was mine.
But I had to be smart about this. I was the alpha now. My actions affected the whole pack.Mypack.
I sucked in a long breath, held it, then let it out slowly. Patience. Control. I could do this.
George wanted a war, and he’d sure as fuck get one. But I’d be fighting it on my terms.
And God help anyone who got in my way.
I stalked into the office, my blood still boiling. Kyler was already pulling up the security footage on the monitors, his face a grim mask of concentration.
“There.” He jabbed a finger at the screen. “Three guys, it looks like. Fucking cowards, attacking when no one’s around.”
I leaned in, studying the grainy images. The vandals wore dark hoodies that obscured their faces. Nothing about them was familiar.
“I need to memorize these scents so I’ll know if I come across them again,” I said.
After the footage gave us nothing, we went back outside, where the cops were wrapping up. Their radios crackled to life. I froze, my shifter hearing picking up a familiar address. My address. Where Zoey and Ro were.
I whirled on the officer in front of me, my pulse hammering. “What’s going on? That’s my house.”
He blanched, taking a step back. “Sir, I... I can’t disclose?—”
