Alexandra POV
My hands were shaking as the note sat between us, the ink looking like a fresh wound on the mahogany table. April 1st is a funeral.
The Rogue’s mate was out there, watching, waiting for the moment I was most vulnerable.
But as terrifying as the threat was, the coldness in my chest was worse. I looked at Zayne—really looked at him—and all I could see was Michelle slipping out of his side door in the dead of night. He hadn't texted back. He hadn't even looked me in the eye when I walked in.
"Alexandra?" Halloway’s voice snapped me back to the room. "The note is... concerning. We will increase the perimeter guard. But the audit continues. The question of whether Zayne Blackwood has used Alpha compulsion to secure your loyalty is paramount."
Blake shifted beside me, his aur
