Epilogue

“What shall we do, sir?”

James looked at his minion, the lowlife not fit to be part of his new order. “I want those fucking Valentines destroyed and I want it doing now.”

The rest of the pack remained silent, waiting for him to give them their orders. He winced as the blood continued to trickle from his neck, refusing to congeal. He was dying, unless he could find the cure for a fucking pure-blood vampire bite.

The dirty vermin. They all needed to be destroyed.

“They’re searching for the original alpha, sir,” one of the human minions said from the floor.

James turned on her. “How do you know this?” he demanded.

The minion twisted her fingers together.

“I work as their cleaner. I’m seen and not heard, sir.”

James laughed, laughed and kept on laughing.

“Well, it looks like we have our entrance. I want those Valentines at my feet and then they’ll rue the day they questioned me.” James thought of the satisfaction he would feel to see all of the vampires killed. Annihilated.

Once he held the key, he would hold all the power, and he would use it. No one would defy him.

“Orders, sir?”

“Release Lewis to me.”

“Yes, sir.”

The minion scampered off. Lewis—the first and last son of the original alpha. Too bad the kid thought James was his father, and he was about to use him to his full potential.

James wanted the power so much that he would use anything at his disposal and he would use it as he saw fit.

“I’m here, father,” Lewis said as he came into the room. James could see the aura of power that surrounded him. The true Alpha was staring right at him. He growled and snapped.

It was time to remove the Valentine women from the equation.

James smiled viciously.