ALEXANDER'S POV
The dim lighting of the club did nothing to ease the tension simmering in my chest. I had been here since the incident back at the packhouse, but my mind kept circling back to that one moment, that one sight I couldn’t shake. My pulse quickened with the memory, twisting deeper into my chest like a knife. It had been hours, but the image of her—Miss Gift, as everyone called her now—walking away with Alphonce still haunted me.
The way he had pulled her close, protective, possessive even—what the hell was going on? My gut churned with an unrelenting mixture of jealousy and confusion. I couldn’t ignore the questions flooding my mind.
Who was Alphonce to her? Why was he so protective?
And more importantly, would she stay behind for my pups’ birthday in two weeks, or would sh
