Michael's POV
"How dare you slander the Alpha's mate?" I thundered, anger boiling through my veins. "You made up measles excuses for refusing to treat her and now you call her a slave?"
"What?" Their faces went pale. "She's the alpha's mate? Bu-"
"But what?" I snapped, walking toward them. I snatched the letter from the middleman's hand and read through it. True to their words, the content inside the letter claimed the young miss was a slave.
"You risk your lives …" I waved the paper in the air. "For this nonsense?"
"We only did as we were told-" One of them tried to speak, but I cut them off.
"Begin the treatment. If the young miss loses her life because of your incompetence. I will make sure none of your lineage lives," I tore the paper and threw it on their faces.
Their faces turned white as paper, and without wasting another time, they dragged the young miss to the inner room. I stared at the closed door and sat on the chair in the room.
