After that, Asher hurried out of the room. He had barely taken a few steps into the corridor when a violent explosion thundered from the direction of his bedroom window. The blast shook the walls, rattled the chandeliers, and sent dust raining from the ceiling.
He froze for a second before realizing what it meant.
Oliver's men.
So the bastard had truly come prepared.
Asher clicked his tongue in disgust as he continued moving. That also explained the suffocating aura he had sensed earlier. Oliver was not some weak, useless rat hiding behind others. He was powerful—an Alpha too. Asher could still feel the lingering trace of those revolting pheromones in the air.
What disturbed him more was how well Oliver had hidden it all these years.
To suppress an Alpha presence for that long, deceive everyone, and live like a servant?
That was not normal. That was sick.
"Harlan… why aren't you picking up?" Asher muttered, dialing again as he hurried through the long passageways.
No answer.
