Page 48 of Redfang Royal

I think I read everything wrong.

“Your futile act of rebellion has compromised the hotel. I’ll defer your punishment to your future packleader, but if you can’t be an obedient daughter, you have more value to me as a whore. Do you understand?”

My lungs squeeze until I taste chalk. “I understand.”

“Remember. Mouth shut, legs open. If you perform well tomorrow, you won’t have to sneak outside, looking for alphas to fuck.”

My father hangs up.

Vomit climbs my throat.

Like…what?

What?

I had zero expectations, but that’s my father?

I’m still numbly holding the alpha’s phone when boots stomp from the hall.

Five, ten, twenty alphas, then I lose count in the sea of Redfangs taking over the floor. Enforcers shove past me, securing windows and checking rooms.

A muffled scream yanks my attention.

My original door-guards kick the carpet, each trying to escape a chokehold, but it’s too late for anyone to run.

Snap.

Crunch.

Ugh.

They stop struggling when their necks break. The fresh guards drags away their wide-eyed bodies.

“Room’s clear,” barks a super-dominant alpha with an earpiece. “Boss wants you to eat dinner, take a bath, and sleep early. Best follow the rules. I’m not losing any more of my guys because you’re desperate for a knot.”

“We’ll take care of you ourselves,” another alpha stage-whispers on his way out.

“We on the same page, Princess?” The big guy glances at the bag tucked under my arm.

Whether he’s the packleader or the head of security, the guy reminds me of Bridget’s mates—boy scouts who follow the rules until no one is watching, and breaking them is more fun.

I swallow sword-sharp pheromones and frustrated disgust. “Get out of my room.”

“Stay in your room,” he commands.

I slam the door in his face, then go to throw a bolt that doesn’t exist.

There’s no peep-hole, either, but I can guess how much Redfang muscle is swarming the property.

Now I understand why Serafina left without her phone.

She really was running.

I wish I could follow in her footsteps, but no matter how desperate I am to level the guards, I can’t take down the cartel on my own. There’s too many alphas, and if I drop my disguise, I have to drop one-hundred percent of their bodies.

Have to wait for the right moment to take the risk.

Retreating to the master bath, I run the water and text command.

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