Alpha Nathan’s POV
For a moment, I was stunned, unable to process what she had just confessed.
“What do you mean?” James demanded, his eyes narrowing as he urged her to continue.
Anne swallowed hard, her fear obvious. “I knew you were searching for a certain girl—the one everyone was talking about. I wanted to be that girl, but I knew you’d ask questions. So, I asked a friend who works here as a maid to check your office, to see if she could find anything like a diary. I was certain you had one.” Her voice wavered, and my frown deepened. She was right—I did have a diary. A place where I poured out my thoughts. A place where I wrote every detail about the girl I met in the woods.
“Keep talking,” James ordered, his voice cold.
Anne’s body trembled as she continued. “I made a deal with m
