Troy’s POV
Once again, I found myself alone at Anna’s.
It was a tiny café tucked into the quietest corner of the city—half-hidden behind ivy-covered brick walls and faded signage. It had become my personal refuge over the years, a place where the chaos of life could be momentarily silenced by the hiss of the espresso machine and the low hum of jazz music echoing through the worn-out speakers.
Tonight, like most nights lately, my thoughts were anything but calm.
Being the Beta of a pack as large and powerful as Onyx was never easy. Not when you were born into the role. Trained for it. Molded by expectations that left no room for mistakes. And lately, it has been harder than ever to keep everything in place.
But I never blamed Klaus.
The man carried far more than most Alphas could ever
