Chapter THIRTY-THREE

Hardin’S POV Anger. Anger is all I feel right now. They just won’t stop molesting her. I have tried to pay a blind eye to that but I don’t think I can anymore. A part of me dies every time she walks in here with bruises or finger prints on her cheeks. No one has the right to hit her, but me. No one has the right to inflict pain on her, most especially her very own mates. They are going to get it hit from me. I walk helter-skelter about my office, impatiently waiting for the two girls I summoned and when the door opens, I turn around abruptly, hoping to see them walk in so I can declare their punishment and be at ease already but instead, I see Miguel walk in with a pile of paper work in his hands. I just let out a heavy sigh of frustration as I keep pacing about. “Well, good day to you too” He greets enthusiastically as he drops the pile of papers on the table. “What are those?” “Uh, reports of every seven year old pup that’s going to graduate into the next training level. You need to