ALEXANDER
I was standing in the living room when the gate closed behind Cole and Anna.
The sound echoed faintly through the house, followed by silence... the kind that settles after guests leave and the house exhales.
I remained where I was, hands clasped loosely behind my back, staring at nothing in particular while replaying the evening in my head.
Dinner had been controlled.
That was the word for it.
Controlled.
I wasn’t sure why Faye thought it was a good idea to invite him to the table when we had a guest from another pack. Cole's mate.
I had expected tension. I had prepared for discomfort. I had braced myself for the possibility that I might need to intervene—not because of Anna or Cole, but because of the boy.
Roman.
I still wasn’t used to the name.
Footsteps approached
