Xander
Ever since the day I nearly choked her to death and she had that panic attack, I couldn't stop wondering what was wrong with her.
The pampered daughter of Alpha Theron falling apart like that? It didn't make sense.
The private investigator I'd hired hadn't found anything beyond the usual public information. Everything he brought back was already floating around online.
Isolde had better have something more useful.
A knock sounded at the door.
"Come in."
I kept scanning the files on my desk for another moment before finally looking up.
Isolde sat across from me, waiting.
Lately I'd been neglecting my own responsibilities, and it was all because of that damn woman.
Calm, as always.
She sat back in her chair and folded her hands.
"Alpha, your wife needs help."
I frowned.
