The moment I spoke, Alpha Fermando’s eyes lit up, like he’d just seen hope for an old flame rekindled.
“Hey, Alpha Fermando,” I said calmly, like reminding a landlord to pay the bills, “I just remembered. There are some documents you need to sign for the North Ridge conference.”
He smiled, relaxed, unsuspecting. “Sure. Bring them here. I’ll sign.”
I turned upstairs. My steps made no sound on the carpet. I didn’t look back—he never really looked at me anyway.
“He bought it.” Leona's voice echoed in my mind, cool and sharp. “You’ve always been the one who never leaves in his story.”
I didn’t answer. I opened the drawer and pulled out the folder I’d prepared days ago.
Over the years, I hadn’t just been “taking care of the house.” I coordinated the entire pack’s medical center. I assiste
