Chapter 88
VANESSA
I stepped into Alpha Stan's study, the familiar scent of rich leather and burning tobacco filling the air. He was seated behind his massive mahogany desk, his eyes closed as he leaned back in his chair, a cigarette lazily perched between his fingers. The soft glow of the afternoon sun filtered through the heavy drapes, casting long shadows across the room, and highlighting the sharp angles of his face.
"You sent for me, Alpha Stan," I announced, trying to keep my voice steady, though my heart was pounding.
He opened his eyes, taking a slow drag from the cigarette, before exhaling a thin stream of smoke that curled towards the ceiling. He sat upright, the air around him thick with authority and something more sinister. "Indeed," he said, his tone deceptively calm. "S
