Marked Twice by the Alpha King novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72

Blake’s POV

“You really gonna go through with this?” Tyler leaned against the window in my study, eyebrows raised. “Shadow Creek’s gonna have a field day with this

one.”

I dropped my pen on the desk and drummed my fingers against the wood. The paper I’d just signed was nothing short of a bomb–ordering Carter’s case reopened and putting the brakes on William’s execution. Once I slapped my seal on it, nobody could argue.

“Let them talk,” I shot Tyler a look. “This case has more holes than a target dummy after training day.”

“The whole thing stinks,” he nodded, “but William had his hands in it somehow. Guy’s no angel.”

I pushed back from the desk and wandered to the window. Down in the training yard, Lucas was working with Ava. She was behind him, guiding his arms into some defensive move, her face a mask of concentration. Something about watching them sent a weird ache through my chest.

“Never said he was wearing a halo, I muttered. “But you don’t put a wolf down without rock–solid proof. That crime scene was messed with–like someone trying to cover their tracks.”

Tyler shifted, watching me watch them. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain combat instructor, would it?”

I turned my back on the window, dodging that landmine. “Get this to Shadow Creek’s Elders ASAP, then make sure Rivers knows. Tell them I’m showing up tomorrow to hash this out myself.”

Tyler scooped up the paper with a smirk that said he knew exactly what I wasn’t saying. “Whatever you say, boss.”

I’d never say it out loud, but that whole school stunt the other day… it did something to me. Since Elizabeth died, this place has been like a clock with missing gears. Functional, but lifeless.

Shadow Creek’s council hall looked like it belonged in another century–all rough wooden beams and stern–faced Alpha portraits judging you from every wall. When I walked in, the room went quiet, the elders‘ faces ranging from fake smiles to guys who looked ready to chew nails.

“Alpha King Morgan, Elder Michaels practically spat my title, ‘mind telling us why you’re sticking your nose in Shadow Creek business?”

I dropped the document on the table between us, keeping my voice level. “This isn’t me butting in. This is me doing my job. Rivers‘ death sentence is built on evidence that wouldn’t convince a pup, let alone justify killing a wolf.”