ALEXANDER’S POV
The next few days were… different.
Nia was completely obsessed with that damn dog.
She named him Snow, which, fine…I’ll admit, was kind of fitting for a fluffy white furball with eyes too big for his face. But the way she doted on him? Man, it was like I didn’t exist anymore.
Morning walks. Afternoon walks. Late-night walks. Vet appointments. Doggy boutiques. She even bought him this ridiculous little hoodie that said “Mommy’s Boy.”
The betrayal.
He was loud. Energetic. Bounced around like he drank espresso in his water bowl. Nothing like the calm, quiet pup we saw in the shop.
Honestly, I was convinced it was a scam. Like he saw us coming and thought, Time to fake it and get adopted. And hey, I couldn’t even be mad at the little guy. That was elite-level mani
