Chapter 681: A Little Strange
“Translation?” Claudio stood up slowly, brushing off his pants with a couple of pats. With a lazy drawl, he said, “I don’t really know any languages other than my own; what do you expect me to translate?”
“That’s enough,” I replied, my voice flat. After the lengthy discussion with Odessa, I wasn’t in the mood for more talking. “I just need your skills in spinning words.”
Claudio perked up at this, quickly sidling up to me with a sycophantic grin. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure your message gets across perfectly!”
Off to the side, Zayd observed quietly. Watching Hayley and Claudio’s interaction, he couldn’t help but feel that something was off. Hayley was technically just an Omega, and Claudio’s status was supposedly higher than hers. Yet, Claudio treated her with the deference of an Alpha. This observation made Zayd realize that Hayley was no ordinary Omega; he decided he needed to discreetly learn more about her for Alpha Benjamin.
Meanwhile, at the Jaggeds’ residence, Vivian was writhing in agony on her bed. “Dad! It hurts so much! I can’t stand it, please help me! Dad! Am I going to die? I don’t want to die!” Her cries of pain filled the room.
Downstairs, Brayden listened to his daughter’s agonizing screams. Fueled by a father’s rage, he transformed into his wolf form and flashed his sharp teeth at Harris, growling fiercely, “If anything happens to my daughter, you won’t leave here alive!” Behind him, the few low-ranking beta doctors that Harris had brought were so terrified that their legs gave out, and they collapsed, trembling on the floor.
“Mr. Jagged, please, let’s remain calm. Vivian will be fine!” Harris pleaded, his arms raised defensively, his usual confidence nowhere to be seen. This was Alpha Brayden’s territory, and Harris knew he was outmatched. He needed to soothe Brayden quickly. He had brought reputed doctors to treat Vivian, hoping even if they couldn’t completely cure her, they would at least prevent her condition from worsening. An enforcer that left Harris aching and bruised. Fortunately, his assistant had the foresight to run back for help. Harris now tried to stall for time.
“Fine? Look around, does this seem like ‘fine’ to you?”
Brayden, unmoved by Harris’ pleas, scratched him in a fit of rage and commanded the nearby beta enforcer sternly, “Take him to the back and break one of his legs. Make him suffer as long as my daughter is in pain!”
“Yes!” The enforcer immediately grabbed Harris, dragging him toward the backyard. “No! Mr. Jagged, please wait! My father is coming with reinforcements soon!” Harris shouted as he was dragged, his feet scraping against the ground. “If he sees my leg broken, he definitely won’t treat your daughter!”
“Your father? Ha, breaking one of your legs is compensation for my daughter’s suffering,” Brayden snarled back. “Even if your father were here, I’d do the same. What are you waiting for? Drag him out!”
“No, no!” Harris struggled desperately, but the two beta enforcers could not hold him down alone, and two more had to rush over to help subdue him. Observing his resistance, Brayden issued a chilling command, “Do it right here!”
“Yes!” A servant, already clutching a heavy club, stepped forward, raising the weapon high. At that moment, Harris noticed something terrifying about the club—it was not just any ordinary weapon. It was crafted from a special material designed explicitly for subduing werewolves. A blow from such a club would not just injure; it would leave a wound that was slow to heal and torturously painful, constantly itching.
Resigned to his fate, Harris closed his eyes, bracing for the excruciating impact. Just as the club was poised to crash down on him, a commotion interrupted. One of the house staff burst into the scene, breathless with urgency. “Alpha, Hayley is here with reinforcements!”