Chapter 93

After getting locked I realized one thing that Alpha Rambo was a bastard. I snarled at the empty cell that I was locked in. It seemed like a dungeon, filled with darkness, and cold damp air clung to me. Small beams of light were also coming from the lamps somewhere. I was frustrated, and that was an understatement, Alpha Rambo was going to regret this. He locked me in a cell on the basis of a false accusation and for what? For a son, he doesn’t even care. Ryan was there and he didn’t even speak a word for me. Frustration was bubbling up in blood, I wanted to scream, or break something. Most probably Alpha Rambo’s neck. Chains rattled every time I moved, clamped tightly around my wrists. I paced the small space, my muscles coiled tight with anger. The deafening silence of the cell was broken by the hushed murmurs, and I noticed that a set of warriors were coming my way. They stood outside my cell and started guarding it. I found this odd, and somehow it felt that there was some weight i