Alpha alec's redemption (Sadie) novel Chapter 72

Alec.

“That was an unexpected turn of events” Jason mumbles as we leave the office.

“That’s the understatement of the year” Micah joins in. “Who would have thought that the same girl you tortured years ago was the miraculous help you’ve been looking for?”

I don’t answer. In fact, I don’t even want to fucking think about it. The moon goddess sure had a way of fucking someone's life a hundred ways to Sunday. The worst part is that I tortured Sadie thinking she had ruined my chances at saving my pack and having my mate.

As it turns out, the woman who I thought was my mate and pack’s salvation wasn’t, and the one that I loathed was. Yeah, the moon goddess was definitely having a field day messing up my life.

“Have our warriors been released?” I ask instead, like I said, I didn’t want to think about the boulder of information that just crashed on my head.

“Yeah, King ordered their releases around the same time I came to get you” Micah answers.

“Are they being taken care of?”

Given how Sadie almost killed them, I have a right to be worried about my men. Her hate isn’t only confined to me. It seems that everyone except for Micah, is on her shit list.

“Yeah, the last I talked to Caleb, they were having breakfast” he says, referring to one of my top warriors.

We remain quiet after that, allowing Micah to guide us. I was stressed, angry, hungry and in need of a damn shower. Not to mention that my wounds had not completely healed given the damage Sadie did.

We stop in front of a door. Micah opens it and ushers us in.

“What the fuck is this, Micah?” I growl, Knox really close to the surface.

For the first time in my life, Micah seems nervous. “This is your room.”

“You’re shiting us, right?” Jason questions, looking at the room in disgust.

Could I even call the fucking thing a room? It was the size of a matchbox. I could barely squeeze my ass inside it even if I wanted to.

“No, this is the room Sadie assigned you” he stammers, looking everywhere except at me.

The bloody place was dusty, the furniture seemed to be rotting and, instead of a bed (not like it would even fit) there was an old, dirty and tattered mattress on the floor.

Both me and Knox growl at the disrespect, but what did I expect? King treatment? I threw her in a dungeon for months, there was no fucking way she was letting that go.

“And where are you staying?” I turn to my gamma.

His eyes refuse to meet me. Just by his reaction, I know it most likely isn’t the same shitty place that I was given.