The cafe owner stared blankly at the collapsed washroom building outside the cafe, his mouth dry and his hands trembling at his sides. His thoughts spun in circles, but then his fingers brushed against the fat wad of cash still stuffed deep in his pocket. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. So… the money had been compensation for this? For the destruction that the Alpha had been about to cause?
He gulped again, sweat forming on the back of his neck. He should not have ignored his first instinct. That strange feeling he had when the man first smiled at him- he had pushed it away, due to the lure of money.
But he had been right all along. Now, he was caught in the middle of something far beyond his control. His once lively cafe was now emptied of customers, the tables overturned, and the entire place was crawling with the Royal Police guards.
