Lost in a haze of alcohol, Alpha Xavier spent the entire night with the stranger, surrendering to the illusion of comfort. It wasn’t until the golden morning sunlight streamed through the windows that he finally saw her face.
Camille Hurlbutt.
She nestled against him, her delicate body pressed against his chest, her voice as sweet as honey.
"Xavier, I heard every word you said last night," she murmured, tracing her fingers along his arm. "Luna Emma doesn’t deserve your love. Let me take care of you, okay? I won’t be useless like her. I’ll give you a strong, healthy pup."
But this time, Alpha Xavier wasn’t fooled by her honeyed words.
He let out a cold laugh and shoved her off the bed.
With a startled cry, Camille tumbled to the floor.
Xavier stood and dressed swiftly,
