“It feels like it was a trap,” Malcolm said once he caught his breath, eying Desiree wearily. It was like they knew we were coming. “Are you sure your sister wasn’t trying to set us up?”
“Excuse me?” she asked offended. “It wasn’t my sister. It was the crew you sent out to scout for you. They found Devlin and made a deal with him.” Desiree told him.
“Why would they do that?” Malcolm asked disbelievingly.
“Somehow, Blake Devlin has been in their ear ever since you became alpha, hoping to get your entire pack to turn on you. Think about the attack on the mansion, and now this. Your crew handed me over to him like I was nothing, thinking they would be able to avoid bloodshed if the alpha was forced to concede.”
She alternated her eyes from Declan to Malcolm and back again as she could see her words were hitting a nerve.