Lisa’s POV
I followed Alpha Cain into his chambers, and the moment I stepped in, he shut the door. I stood at the door, waiting for him as I watched him go over to the bar and pour himself a drink. His movements were slow, but his tension was palpable. He downed the drink in one gulp, then turned to face me, his piercing eyes locking onto mine.
“Lisa,” he said, his voice low but firm, “is it true?”
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. There was no escaping this now. I could feel the weight of his gaze, the unspoken demand for honesty. My heart pounded in my chest as I opened my mouth, but no words came out.
“Please answer me,” he pressed, stepping closer. His towering figure loomed over me, but there was no aggression in his stance—only an intense curiosity mixed with something I couldn’t
