ALEXANDER
The night was quiet after the long ceremony. I had shed my suit jacket, sleeves rolled to my elbows, and I leaned against the railing on the balcony, staring out at the territory.
I couldn’t seem to shake it—this unease that had settled in my chest, an irritation that prickled under my skin. Diana. Her presence earlier tonight had done what I thought impossible. I had moved on... I was over her. I had convinced myself that the past, with all its chaos and betrayal, was behind me.
But seeing her in this very pack house, in my territory, with that composure she always carried… it had pulled something loose inside me. Something I thought long buried.
After the ceremony, I had let my curiosity get the better of me. I had wanted to see if she lingered, if she was still around, try
