Alpha's Twins Chapter 243

I chucked the phone across the room as I shot up from my chair. This had to be complete bullshit. But damn it, those photos kept flashing through my head.

I grabbed my suit jacket and stormed out of my office.

Every employee outside scrambled to their feet the second they saw me coming. I didn't even acknowledge their bows.

"Alpha, your meeting..."

My secretary's voice trailed behind me. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around.

His eyes went wide like he'd just seen a ghost. The guy was literally shaking just from looking at me.

"Cancel it."

He nodded and bowed. As I headed for the elevator, I heard him frantically making calls.

"Get Alpha's car ready, now!"

By the time I reached the lobby, you could hear a pin drop. Everyone could feel my presence. Sometimes this whole fear thing got old, but if I didn't keep them in line, they'd stop listening altogether.

I walked outside to find my car waiting. My driver had already stepped out.

"Alpha."

He opened the back door and I slid in.

The moment he got behind the wheel, I barked, "Moon Lovers coffee shop."

He looked confused for a split second. I caught his eyes in the rearview mirror and shot him a look that could kill.

He gulped hard and suddenly remembered where that was, starting the car immediately.

I stared out the window, watching the city blur past. I was trying to keep it together, but my wolf was clawing to get out, wanting to tear apart everything in sight.

When I reached for my phone, I realized I'd left it back at the office. I closed my eyes, fighting back the rage.

I was about to have my guys shut down every damn publication that had the balls to print this garbage.

"Bullshit," I muttered under my breath.

But why the hell did she let that guy put his hands on her? Why couldn't she just stay away from him?

I glanced at my driver, who was keeping his eyes glued to the road.

"Give me your phone."

"Y-Yes, Alpha."

He handed it over immediately. I snatched it – patience wasn't exactly my strong suit right now.

I dialed Patrick's number. Straight to voicemail.

"Pick up the damn phone."

Finally, on the fourth ring, he answered. "What's going on?"

He thought he was talking to my driver. I gritted my teeth.

"Sue every single company that had the nerve to publish this shit."

"Adrian? What the hell are you talking about? And where's your phone? Why are you calling from your driver's number?"

His endless questions were like pouring gasoline on a fire.

"Just do what I'm telling you if you don't want me to burn everything down."

"Alright, alright. Let me handle it. Just calm down."

I hung up and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat.

I turned back to the window, muttering under my breath, "How the hell am I supposed to calm down after seeing my woman in another man's arms?"