Chapter 162: "Pack Claims and Bitter Choices"
(Grace's POV)
The air outside the Pack Security office felt dense, as though the tension from the confrontation earlier had followed me here, refusing to loosen its grip. My suitcase rolled behind me, its wheels clattering softly against the stone pavement, marking each step of the heavy silence blanketing the night.
My heart still hadn't settled. The events of the evening played on a loop in my mind—Alexander’s aggression, his suffocating dominance, his refusal to give me the space I desperately needed. I tightened my grip on the handle, my knuckles turning white.
The memory of the security officers, their stern faces softened by genuine concern, flickered.
“You can file a formal complaint to the Alpha Council,” one of them had said,
