Chapter 507: True Identity of Shadow Pack Alpha

Hayley’s POV:

I looked up at Thomas after hearing his suggestion and immediately rejected it. “There’s no need for that. Let’s try other ways first. Using those methods on a defenseless human would make us no better than Irving.”

Thomas lowered his head in shame. “I’m sorry, Alpha. I was just worried about your safety and wanted to get you out as soon as possible.”

“What’s there to fear? Staying here is the safest option for me,” I said with a reassuring smile. “No one can come in, and I can’t get out. What could they possibly do to me? Even though the police have physical evidence, they need a solid chain of proof to close the case. There are still too many unanswered questions for them to convict me immediately.”

“Besides,” I continued, “did you forget my true identity as the Alpha of the Shadow Pack? If things get truly desperate, I can always reveal who I am.”

“I hope it won’t come to that,” Thomas muttered, though he seemed somewhat convinced by my words.

Thomas’s POV:

I pretended to be persuaded by Alpha Hayley, but deep down, I made a silent vow. If we really had no other options, I’d use any means necessary to rescue her. Sometimes, being the bad guy is the only way to protect the people you care about.

Leaving the police station, I followed Alpha Hayley’s instructions and went to the hospital to visit Odessa. She had been transferred to a regular ward but still showed no signs of waking up. I didn’t feel much sympathy for her. After instructing my assistant to leave the flowers, I was about to leave when Alpha Benjamin stepped out and called after me at the door.

“Wait,” he said, looking at me worriedly. “You’ve seen Hayley. How is she?”

As the victim’s family, Benjamin wasn’t allowed to visit the suspect, which I was well aware of. That’s why Johnny and I had been handling everything related to proving Hayley’s innocence.

Seeing how worried he was, I offered some reassurance. “She’s fine, emotionally stable.”

“Is the situation difficult?” he asked.

I nodded. “A waiter witnessed the incident and saw a man stab your mother. But he’s just an ordinary human, and he’s too afraid to testify in court.”

“If this drags on, I’m worried Alpha Hayley will really be convicted. And the conditions in detention are harsh. It must be difficult for her there.”

“Anyway,” I said, “I need to figure out a way to get her out of there as soon as possible.”

With that, I quickly left, leaving Benjamin weighed down by worry.

Third-person POV:

Late at night, Lucas, the waiter who had witnessed the crime, stumbled out of a bar. He was drunk as he made his way home. As he passed through a dark alley, several figures suddenly emerged, throwing a sack over him and kidnapping him on the spot.

Half an hour later, in a pitch-black room, a single hanging lamp illuminated a large portion of the space. A man in black, draped in a cloak, sat in a chair with his legs crossed, facing away from the door. He tapped his index finger rhythmically on the armrest, exuding a sense of impatience.

The door creaked open, and Lucas, still trapped in the sack, was dumped beneath the light.

“Mr. White, we’ve brought him,” one of the kidnappers reported.

The man named Mr. White stood and walked into the light. He then pressed down hard with his feet on Lucas’s back.

“Spare me! Please spare me! I don’t know anything! I won’t betray you! I swear, just don’t kill me!” Lucas begged in terror, his voice trembling.

He had known all along that witnessing the crime would make him a target for revenge, especially since the perpetrators were powerful werewolves. He had thought that staying silent and keeping his head down would keep him safe, but now he realizes they intended to kill him to silence him for good.

After hearing his words, Mr. White, who was standing on a sack and wearing sharp-toed leather shoes, shifted his position slowly. He then precisely stepped on Lucas’s mouth to silence him completely.

After a moment of stifled groans, Mr. White finally spoke.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you about punishing evil and promoting good? It’s fine. I’ll teach you today.”

“You have two choices. First, testify in court, tell the judge exactly what you saw at the restaurant, and I’ll ensure your safety.”

“Second, keep playing dumb and pretending you know nothing. If you choose that, I’ll send you and your entire family straight to hell.”

Mr. White’s deep, magnetic voice filled the room as he pressed down harder with his shoe, nearly shattering Lucas’s cheekbone. After sensing that Lucas could barely endure it, he finally lifted his foot and said nonchalantly, “Now, tell me your choice.”