Chapter 17 Brothel House

• [Third POV]
• In the former alpha’s office in the Golden Summit packhouse, the blinds were drawn, and the silhouette of a man can be seen against the outside light of the floor-to-ceiling glass window, unmoving.
• Mateo stood inside, his hands folded across his chest with an unreadable expression and his jaw clenched tightly. He was watching the vehicle carrying Dorothy and Amelia disappear in the distance. The dark circles were the testaments to his lack of sleep in the past days. Since he saw Amelia’s wolf that day, he barely had an hour of rest. His wolf continuously howls in his head, but refuses to talk to him.