AXEL
The moment Alessia clicked the door shut, Asher walked toward it. He stood there for a while, as if checking whether she was truly gone. Once satisfied, he returned to us.
“That lady looks exactly like Ashira, but her scent is totally strange,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his head in confusion.
Azriel sighed and dropped on the sofa. “Where’s Ava?” he asked, equally baffled by the situation.
I snapped my fingers. Immediately the back door clicked open, and the guards dragged Ava inside. She fell to her knees, her eyes swollen from crying, her makeup completely ruined.
Last night it was confirmed—she had arranged a man for Alessia.
My fist tightened at the thought of what could have happened to Alessia if we hadn’t called her to our suite.
“Alpha Axel, I’m so sorry. It was
