#Chapter 142 - Rage
Tyler POV
Every breath was tinged with the hot burn of hatred; I literally breathed in anger and blew out fury with every movement of my lungs. I wanted to tear someone apart except the ones I wanted to be the focus on my rage were out of my reach for the moment.
Patrick Flores had raised Rachel yet he was never a father to her. I would have said it was because his mate had come to him with a child already in tow except Ethan was his own child and he'd been no better father to him.
"I want Patrick Flores and Richard Campbell," I told Adam as soon as he answers my call, "I'm calling in the Alpha Inspector to get them both. No excuses. Understand?"
Adam answered, "I understand, Alpha."
"Good. Wait for my call," I said before hanging up then called Art Windsor.
"What are you thinking, Wright? You think we can just take down the head Alpha of a major pack without an heir lined up?" Windsor responded when the call connected.
