Harley’s P.O.V.
As Carlos’s voice sliced through the air like a blade, I spun on my heels and saw him descending the stairs in that commanding stride. He was wearing a black suit, his sharp expressions unreadable.
“Alpha!”
My heart thudded against my chest as I tried to explain, pulling my hands away. But Xander beat me to it. He replied calmly.
“Harley has helped us a lot. So, I was thanking her. We couldn’t have arranged a funeral without her.”
Although his words were carefully picked, his sudden causal demeanor worsened it. It wasn’t a gratitude, but just a performance.
Carlos titled his head. His crimson eyes were now fixed on Xander like a hawk.
“If she was this valuable, if she meant anything to you at all, then why did you cheat on her, Xander?
After all, a woman like Harl
