Alpha Denzel's laughter ceased abruptly, and the atmosphere tensed up. So many emotions swam in his eyes, but the most dominant of all was indignation.
"The fingerprints of the first slap are different from the second, which means different hands did them."
Adira knew she was done for. If Valerie tried to cover up again, she might just get punished. After all, Alpha Denzel could not be messed with.
As much as Valerie hated it, respect formed in her heart towards Alpha Denzel. The man was smart and not easily deceived, but when she recalled how he believed Alpha Tristan's words because of the pictures without trying to verify, hate replaced the respect formed just a second ago.
Valerie had tried her best, but there was nothing she could do anymore. Alpha Denzel was not done, asking, "And the bruises? How did you inflict them on yourself?"
