ALEX
They say every Alpha comes to a moment of erueka. One that splits everything before and after, giving you a new meaning in the face of pandemonium. Mine came in silence.
Not in war, not in fire, not in some grand declaration.
Just silence. The kind that wraps around your lungs and dares you to breathe through it. I stared out the window of my father’s mansion, hands clenched around the cold brass railing. The garden below looked pristine, as always—flawless, quiet, deceiving. Just like him.
My father, Alpha Sinclair. He'd always loathed Arrde, but setting Mira Vale loose behind our backs? That was a new low. A bold move from a man who claimed to value legacy over blood.
I should’ve saw it coming, but I was too cowardly to.
And that’s on me.
Two nights passed. I didn’t sleep. I
