BARRETT'S POV
The room provided by Alpha Eros did little to ease the weight of skepticism that hung heavily on my shoulders. As I sat in the adorned chair, a voice inside me whispered doubts about the sincerity of Alpha Eros's hospitality. The enormous surroundings seemed like a gilded cage, a temporary haven masking the true intentions of Alpha Eros. I knew he was not to be trusted and would turn on us immediately after he had Jada in his arms.
My eyes wandered around the room, taking in the lavish environment that screamed of power and wealth. Yet, with every passing moment, I couldn't shake the feeling that this comfort was a facade, a carefully crafted illusion to disarm us while Alpha Eros bided his time. The past had taught me that trust was a rare commodity, especially in the worl
