ARYA
Anxiety gripped me as I stared at the journal in Alpha Daxton's hand, my mind descending into chaos. How did he find the journal? Had it been in his possession all along?
"You're not going to talk?" He arched a brow at me, and I blinked, struggling to regain my composure.
"I don't even know what that ring is. I swear I didn't steal it," I blurted out.
He stared at me for a few seconds. Then he let out a sigh. "If your competitor is going this far to set you up, they must hate your guts," he pointed out, and I heaved a sigh of relief. He believed me.
Alpha Daxton closed the jewellery box and held out the journal to me. "Here's your gift," he said.
I tried not to act too excited, but my fingers trembled as I took the book from him, my heart thumping in my chest.
"You knew that I
