Author's pov
Harper returned to the private room, her thoughts still spinning from the call.
Cecilia and Tang had already picked out their food, the menus resting on a weathered wooden table between them.
"Harper, here's what we picked," Cecilia said, sliding the menu toward her. "Take a look, see if there's anything else you want."
Harper sat down without a word. Her eyes drifted to a faded painting of ocean waves on the wall, but her mind was somewhere far away.
[ Alpha Xavier had somehow gotten into Tiffany's phone. That wasn't random. He'd clearly gone out of his way to make it happen. ]
[ But why?
Was he trying to get I to talk Cecilia into ending the pregnancy? That didn't add up. He knew I would never go along with that. ]
[ So what was the point?
Was he
