The pack’s fragile peace was abruptly tested when Alpha Xander Kane of the Western Ridge arrived at dawn. He brought with him an entourage of enforcers so sleek and well-groomed they looked like they’d been polished. Xander himself was a walking Alpha stereotype: tall, broad-shouldered, with sun-kissed hair and the kind of commanding presence that usually demanded a soundtrack.
To Silver Crest, he was a beloved ally. To Hazel, he was a childhood sweetheart, the man who had proposed marriage twice and accepted her firm "no" with the kind of grace that transformed a romance into a deep, platonic bond.
But to Anthony, who was blissfully unaware of this history, Xander looked like a very expensive problem wrapped in charisma.
From his perch on the sidelines, where he'd been "supervising"
