Cali and Lag moved towards him. Baha jumped to his feet and moved to the door.
“I’m telling Makar you guys are ganging up on me.”
The two alphas laughed.
Baha pointed at them menacingly. “I’ll see you both on the mat.”
Lag laughed harder. “Think you can handle us?”
“Of course, you two have nothing on me. I’m the strongest alpha here,”
Laughter erupted in the room.
He was full of shit.
Hym was the strongest among them, but only Makar knew that. After his wolf came out, it unlocked a well of power he hadn’t known existed.
“You are the strongest if you count from the bottom,” Channa said, grabbing for him. Baha squealed and ran out the door.
“You’re such a coward,” Cali shouted after him. He bumped Hym’s shoulder on his way to his chair. “So, you’re not going to hand over the case without a fight, huh?”
What?
Makar already handed the case to them.
He thought he was giving him a chance to fix his shit. But he already handed over the case.
Disappointment tightened his stomach.
“I don’t think he told him yet,” Iror said, staring at him from his chair. They all stared at him. The door to the command centre opened, and Makar walked in.
Was he going to boot him out just like that?
No. Please, no.
Hym stepped close to him. “Makar?”
“Shit. Who told him we were having a meeting?” Makar asked, not looking at him. “Roc?”
“Sorry, boss,” Roc mumbled. “I forgot to remove his code from the alert bot.”
The room went dead silent.
“Hym, let’s talk,” Makar said, walking out the door.
Shit. That didn’t sound good. He sighed and followed his commander out of the room.
“I didn’t expect to see you again today. You were here this morning, remember?”
He did. But…
“And I said…”
“I know what you said. And I told you I was going to take care of it. You didn’t give me time to do that before you made your decision."
"I didn’t make that decision lightly, Hym. I have to think about the others too.” Makar stepped close to him. “You’re not well. I should have been more attentive to your situation. I thought with the treatment, you’ll get better. But you haven’t responded to it well. You shouldn’t be suffering, not after so many years. You underwent memory therapy three times. It should have worked.”
He did. And it was the worst thing in the world. Having his memories wiped out left him feeling empty. He’d stop the therapy the third time because he couldn’t do it anymore. It was taking away from him instead of helping him.