Alpha Grayson - POV
Jordan’s words hit me like a sledgehammer. I stood there, momentarily frozen, staring at him as his piercing gaze remained locked on Ava. Ava looked as pale as a ghost, while Grace, caught between the two of them, looked utterly confused.
“What do you mean, Jordan? Be specific,” I said, my voice sharp and demanding. I needed to understand exactly what he was accusing Ava of.
Jordan’s jaw clenched as he pulled out his phone, revealing grainy footage from the tunnel, most of which had been vandalized. But one camera—one crucial camera—remained intact. “Most of the cameras were destroyed,” Jordan explained, “but one stayed functional. And on it, we can see Ava walking along the tunnel path, leading the rogues right into our territory.”
My blood ran cold. The betrayal h
