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Mikhael straightened his suit, swallowing his rage beneath the calm exterior. Now was not the place to lose control, not when everything was on the line. His pack was depending on him to fix this mess and he had to move quickly before Scott managed to rally what little support he had left. He if could secure the McCall pack, he could get ahead of Scott before the boy could stand against him. He could trap his wayward husband before any damage could be done to his reputation and finally break the true alpha to his will. Easy. All he had to do was deal with this one last obstacle, though smothering Stiles to death in his own bed sounded so much more appealing. The guards didn’t want to let him into the estate, but he had his own way inside.
The alpha slung his arm around Juan’s waist, pulling the boy in next to him as he confronted the ill omega that had proved to be such a thorn in his side. “Did you tell him the results of your test, Scott? Or did you keep it a secret from him.” Mikhael grinned toothily at his adversary. “The child isn’t yours, it’s mine and we’ve decided that we’re going to resume our relationship. Isn’t that right, husband?” Sharp claws pricked against Juan’s back.