Chapter 58

Foster's POV The silence of my office was deafening.Since Summer had taken my son and fled with that bastard Alexander,emptiness echoing through the halls of my territory. My pack members moved like ghosts around me, avoiding my gaze, whispering behind closed doors about their failed Alpha. I hurled my glass of bourbon against the wall, finding brief satisfaction in the way it shattered—much like my life had. Aksher paced restlessly inside me, his rage matching my own. We'd been betrayed. My mate—former mate—had broken our bond, stolen my heir, and run straight into the arms of my oldest rival. The burning sensation that had replaced our bond felt like acid in my veins. "Alpha Foster?" Sean, my Beta, cautiously stuck his head through the doorway. "The Council representative called again. They're requesting a formal statement about—" "Tell them to go to hell," I snarled, watching him flinch. "Better yet, tell them to ask Alexander. He seems to have all the fucking answers." Sean nodded