The tension in the Alpha mansion had reached a breaking point. For days, Nicholas avoided Diana, convinced that she would eventually calm down and return to her senses. But she didn't. Every time they crossed paths, her expression remained calm and distant, her tone polite but icy. It infuriated him—and unnerved him at the same time.
He had always believed Diana was the kind of woman who could be tamed with patience or persuasion. But the woman standing before him now was a stranger.
When he returned to their room one evening, he found her sitting at the desk, a stack of documents neatly arranged in front of her. She looked up as he entered.
“Nicholas," she said evenly, “we need to talk."
He narrowed his eyes. “About what?"
“About our marriage."
His stomach tightened. “If this is abo
