After Breaking The Mark His Desperate Chase (Sarah) novel Chapter 50

Chapter 44 

Satisfying, yes. 

But stupid. 

Isaac pulled away, a smile stretching as he shrugged. His dark hair hung over his eyes with 

is lips slowly tugging into a smirk. 

“Can’t answer that when I’m still questioning why, myself.” 

I rolled my eyes, intertwining my fingers together and sank against my leather chair. Looking at Isaac with suspicion, I stared. I knew there had to be some reason Issac was here. It was completely out of character for him to walk into my office just for small talk. If he wasn’t training, he was overseeing others train. There wasn’t a single second in his life where he wasn’t on pack training grounds. 

“Okay. What’s going on now?” 

The smile slipped off his face at being caught. Issac’s gaze dropped to the floor before he sheepishly chuckled. 

“That 

Medious. huh?” 

He may have a good poker face but it didn’t work on me. He sighed, his body sagging forward as he looked behind him to where the closed door was. He glared. 

“Alpha Windril is here to see you.” 

His words were more than just a simple shock. I felt my eyes widen. The boy whose dad I 

just murdered like an hour and a half ago? 

“His son? Cade?” 

I asked. 

“Yes.” 

The man went out of his way to come here instead of going home? I stood up, pushing my 

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Chapter 44 

chair back and walked around my mahogany table. I sat at the ledge of the table and 

pursed my lips. 

“And?” 

He said nothing. Isaac’s adam’s apple bobbed slowly as he swallowed down his nerves. His eyes immediately took refuge at the ground. His fists were clenched and his jaw was tightened. The papers would have to wait. It appears to me that my Gamma here, is worrie about something. 

“And… I think you should send him away.” 

Again, my eyes widened in shock. 

“Now why would I do that?” 

Isaac’s head suddenly snapped up, his eyes wide with disbelief. Ripples of emotions flowed through my veins from our bond. Shaking his head, he looked at me like I was missing the big point here. 

“You just killed his father? He may want revenge? There’s a chance he could very well attack you, right here, right now! I don’t trust any Windril blood and I most certainly won’t trust him with you involved. I don’t understand why you let him have the position in the 

first place! Windril’s are no good!” 

His deep voice rumbled. The anxiety and distrust was obvious in his tone. I could feel his wolf perk up in caution, walking around in a circle and glancing at the door every once in a while. While human side Isaac was wary of the boy, so was wolf Isaac. Together, they were just a lump of a paranoid warrior. 

I exhaled, giving him a look. Of course I knew where he was coming from. He did have 

point. 

Typically any person whose parent was killed by someone would feel angry. Maybe angry enough to want to take revenge by attacking the killer, but that doesn’t apply to this situation. Not when his father has made his mother, the rightful Luna, one of his many ‘playthings‘. I may not be the most benevolent person there was, but I knew no one would be able to forgive a ‘father‘ who would do such a thing. 

Besides, I highly doubt the boy would try to kill me when he was in my territory. I refuse to