Alexander’s POV
The minute I got the call about Madam Olivia, I saw red. My entire body burned with rage. She was attacked, bruised, and injured by some low-life rival pack trying to get to us through her. My hands tightened on the steering wheel as I sped home, each breath I took filled with fury.
Madam Olivia wasn’t just a nanny. She was more than that, she practically raised us. We never knew our biological mother. We got to learn from our father that she had during childbirth. From the moment we opened our eyes, the only mother figure we had known was Madam Olivia. Dad couldn’t manage us on his own, so he hired her. It was convenient for her too; she had just given birth herself, and since she was already a nursing mother, she took us in alongside her daughter. But life wasn’t kind t
