Alpha Darius's POV
I walked away from Clara's room, her words echoing in my mind. She had asked for space to process what happened, and I had given it to her.
But something about the entire conversation felt wrong.
The way she had looked down at her hands when she said she felt dismissed. The slight tremor in her voice when she talked about being hurt. It had felt rehearsed, calculated.
And there was something else. A faint scent I had caught in her room. Another wolf's scent that didn't quite belong.
I headed to my office, trying to push the suspicions from my mind. I had pack work to handle, reports to review, and preparations for tomorrow's event to oversee.
But no matter how I tried to focus on the documents in front of me, my thoughts kept returning to Clara.
She was hiding som
