Beep. Beep. Beep.
The call connected with a crisp tone, and Camille’s voice came through. Before she could even get past a cheery "Hello, darling—" Alpha Xavier cut her off.
"Camille, I bought you a wedding dress and played along with those ridiculous wedding photos. But the thing is"—Alpha Xavier leaned back, propping his boots up on the coffee table—"I suddenly realized you're too old, too demanding, and frankly, I'm tired of you. Go find yourself a kind, dependable man. But whatever you do, Camille—don't ever show up in front of me again."
Before she could respond, he ended the call and blocked her without hesitation.
Then, Alpha Xavier spread his arms and grinned at Alpha Duncan.
"Problem solved, Grandfather. Camille’s out of the picture. Happy now? Great. Now, let’s talk abou
