A Gamma's Revenge by Ylyanah

Chapter 370 Maleah's P.O.V.

I wake to sirens in the morning and look at my watch to see it is just after eight. I slowly sit up straight as I stretch out. I grab a shirt to pull over my head as I walk toward my balcony and look around to see two males standing on a balcony four floors lower to my left. From the way they handle themselves, I would say they are Law-enforcers.

After I have taken a shower and gotten dressed, I call room service to have sbreakfast brought up. I step back onto the balcony to see that the males are still in the room. I know that side of the hotel holds suites for those who have money to spend. A knock on the door pulls my attention away from the males, and I open the door for the servant bringingmy breakfast.

"Can you put it on the balcony?" I ask him.

His eyes keep darting toward the suite, and I ask him if he knows what happened in there.

"One of the other servants found the occupant dead in his bed; he had bled out during the night. Whoever did it had an ax to grind with him-they cut off his dick and shoved it into his mouth," he answers as he stares at the suite. I stare at him to see him turn around slowly. "I swear that it is the truth," he mumbles before leavingin peace.

I finish my breakfast before packing my bag. I leave a tip for the servant under my coffee cup and a tip for the cleaning lady in the bathroom. I have been staying in hotels long enough to know that leaving a tip at the reception for them never reaches them, and I want to make sure they get the tip because they do the hard work. As I walk out of the elevator, I take a look at my phone to see if I have any new messages. As I lift my head up, I step in front of the Law-enforcers. They askwhich room I am staying in.

I show them my keycard as I say, "On my way to check out, Gentlemen. I just finished taking care of business down here, and now I will be heading home." I get my keycard back as one of them talks to the hotel manager.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Ma'am. Something happened in one of the suites, and we need to check everyone to make sure we don't miss any witnesses," I hear as I look down at my phone. I tell them it was no inconvenience and wish them a good day before walking over to the reception.

"Good morning, Miss D'Angelo. How was your stay this time?" Shasha asks. I smile at her as I tell her my stay was pleasant as usual.

One of the Law-enforcers turns towardas Shasha mentions my name. "You're the Miss D'Angelo?" he asks. I nod my head as I sign the bill for my room and tell her to send it to the usual address.

"My Daughter is a huge fan of yours. She follows every item on Social Media and every magazine article she can find," he says, and I see a magazine in his hand. I know it has an article on the fashion shows from the past few days.

I hold out my hand for it as I ask Shasha for a pen. I open the magazine to the right page and ask him for his Daughter's name. I write down a little message for her and sign it with my nbefore handing it back to him. "Thank you, Miss D'Angelo. My Daughter is going to freak out when she sees it," he says, and I smile at him as I say my goodbyes. I get in my car to finally head hafter being away for a week and a half.

I listen to smusic as I drive down the highway, contemplating whether to call Dad to let him know I am on my way home. "Let's surprise Dad," Fortune, my Lycan, responds to my thoughts, and I smile at her as I nod my head.

I doubt my Mother will be home, as she has been disappearing for longer periods of tover the last few months. I am actually glad she hasn't been around much, and I have even noticed a change in Dad's behavior.

A notification sounds on my phone, and I press a button to have it read toas I keep my eyes on the road. "Message from Pauline: Two weeks from Tuesday is the best opportunity," I hear the robotic voice say, and I smile as I press the call button on my touch screen.

Pauline answers within a second, and I tell her about last night. We talk about what I found out. I disconnect the call after she promises to getall the information I want her to find for me.

When I was fifteen, my paternal Grandparents died, and they lefta sizable amount of money. I always knew I wanted to be able to travel, and with my sense for fashion, I decided to buy a boutique in a nearby town.

Within six months, I had made enough profit to invest in a second boutique a few towns over, and my empire slowly grew in the following months. By the tI was seventeen, I owned six boutiques in different towns and cities.

I allow starting designers to use my boutiques to sell their items, and I design clothes myself as well. My incfrom my boutiques is more than I can ever spend, and each year I ask my employees to nominate a good cause to donate money to-something they really appreciate.

I never hide the fact that I am the one donating the money, but I also make sure they know who nominated them.

Traveling around for my job is what Fortune and Move; we love seeing other places and different people, and I will keep doing this for as long as I can. But we love coming heven more because, unlike adot of other Wolves and Lycans, we live in a Pack, and I love the connection I have with other Pack-members.

Shifting into Fortune while we are in a town or city isn't impossible, but it comes with a lot of rules and regulations.

Our ancestors started to move into the towns and cities that got abandoned by Humans, taking over the world more and more from.

1.n Human kind. Centuries ago, Hupe kind went extinct. Our Pack stayed the way we had been living from the early ages on, and I am glad I never grew up in a town or city because of the rules and regulations-it is not something I could have lived with.

Fortune softly growls at the thought of growing up outside a Pack. She feels as if the Wolves and Lycans sanho that live in Wolves that live in a town or city are only living half a life, and we have sensed that they are weaker than a Wolf or Lycan raised within a Pack. I never stay long enough to find out how the hierarchy within a town or city works, but I know it is different from the hierarchy within a Pack. The only thing I know for sure is that they answer to the sLaws a Pack has to answer to.

We all have to answer to the Council of Elders if we break the Law. They make sure we don't go around killing someone who doesn't deserve it and ve that we don't abuse others. If you want someone to pay for his or her crime, you present your case to the Council of Elders, and they decide if your request is grounded. They will determine what the punishment is going to be. It has been like this for centuries, and so far, it has worked out for our kind.

My phone ringing drawsfrom my thoughts, and I furrow my brows when I see the caller ID-it is my Mother. I take a deep breath before answering the call.

"Mother, what can I do for you?" I ask her coldly, and I hear a soft growl in the background.

"When will you be home?" my Mother asks, and for a moment, I am quiet.

"You have my schedule, Mother. You know when I will be coming home, so why did you call?" I ask again.

This time, the growl in the background is louder, and I wonder who is with her or why she hason speaker.

"Just wanted to check if your schedule was still up to date. I have learned from your Father that m at a moment's schedules can chithert notice," she replies, but something tellsthis isn't the reason why she called. I ask her again why she called me.