There was so much rage in that tone: "Who's playing games with you?" Such animosity. I was hated by the man. He had a soft spot in his heart for me now that I had made him look foolish on too many occasions, and I didn't mean that in a nice way. I don't care, Ava. You are so much more valuable to me than that stone. Give your witch the stone.
I was puzzled: "How can I be so much more valuable to you than this stone?" He became Alpha because of this stone. The fact that his father and the father who came before him were all Alphas can be attributed to this. This moonstone is the reason that the Alphas all exist.
"Because," he replied, pointing at the stone, his eyebrows rising in emphasis. "That stone is fake."
I turned my head to glance at Alpha Max for a moment before returning to the stone I was holding. There was no chance that anything he stated was true.
