Chapter 115
A Tear Drop From My Alpha
Gerald's POV
"Except what?" I asked, my eyes shifting from Amelia to the witch.
I observed as her face wrinkled, but she never said a word. Her lips pathed but no words came from it. It was as though those words were too heavy for her to say.
I waited for her reply for so long, but she kept mute.
The rage within me flared, I couldn't hold back anymore. I rushed towards her and tightened her neck with the collar of her dress, holding it firmly in my grip.
My strong grip on her made it hard for her to breathe and not speak. She struggled for her breather, her hand waved in the air as she struggled for her life.
"Speak! Before I cut off your throat!" I yelled, my voice thundered and reverberated throughout the room.
My deep hoarse voice made her shiver, I could sense the tension, the dread that had gripped her.
