C11 CHAPTER ELEVEN

Alexa's Point Of View

"Clear the area. Ace."

"Yes, alpha,"

"Make sure a proper funeral is made for this man," Akira ordered and Ace bowed. Looking away from Ace, he turned to little Isabella who was still weeping, clutching tightly to her father's hand. He bent to her height and took her small hands in his.

"Isabella," he called softly. "Do you want to go home with me?"

Issa sniffled