Alpha Ryan's POV.
“Son of a-”
The door was pushed open as Taylor rushed into the room.
“Are you okay?” He asked in concern, his eyes flickering over my form.
I tightened my grip on the feeble arrow, glancing up at him. “Yes., but not for long if we don't catch this bastard.” I gritted out, holding back my anger as nest as I could.
Taylor's brows furrowed, ”Who?” He asked, stepping closer with a puzzled expression.
I unfolded my palm, removing the piece of paper that had been attached to it and passing it to him.
He collected it, reading through it immediately. His frown grew deeper with every second that passed.
“What the hell? I thought we were over this!” He exclaimed with similar rage.
I shook my head at his words.
“I should have seen this coming, it’s all about a f****d up game, it has always be……
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