Chapter 60

Alexander's POV The moment I slammed Alpha Foster into the concrete, my wolf was begging to be unleashed. It had been decades since I'd shifted in public, but the primal need to tear this man apart—this monster who had hurt Summer and Felix—was almost overwhelming. "You're dead, Alexander," Alpha Foster snarled, blood trickling from his split lip. "The Council will hear how you stole my mate and turned my son against me." I tightened my grip on his throat, watching his eyes bulge. "The Council already knows what you did. The medical records, the witness testimonies. It's over." Sean attempted to flank me, but Ethan intercepted him with brutal efficiency. Around us, my security team was systematically neutralizing Alpha Foster's men while tourists fled screaming. Disney security would arrive soon—we needed to end this quickly. Alpha Foster's face was turning an interesting shade of purple when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I would have ignored it, but the specialized ringtone told me