The tension in the foyer didn't just break; it solidified into something cold and tactical. Michelle stood her ground, her fingers digging into the strap of her designer bag, her chest heaving with a mix of entitlement and frantic desperation. She wasn't an outsider; she was a Blackwood pack member who had grown up in these same hallways, fueled by the belief that her family’s massive wealth bought her a seat at the Alpha’s right hand.
Zayne POV
I watched Michelle from my vantage point, my expression a mask of bored indifference that hid the roaring of my wolf. Every instinct I possessed screamed at me to go back to the bedroom, to lock the door and bury myself in Alexandra’s scent until the calendar flipped to April. But an Alpha doesn't get the luxury of hiding.
"Zayne, be reasonable!
