~ALEX~
I watched Elysia walk away from me, her hips swaying with a confidence that was as alluring as it was infuriating. The words she'd asked echoed in my head—can I trust you? The truth was, she had no idea what she was asking.
Growing up with Hartwell in the same pack had been a constant battle of wits and wills. His family had been close to mine—his father, my grandfather’s right-hand man. But Hartwell had always had a greedy streak, one that had only grown darker with time. We'd had our share of scuffles, the kind that only pack brothers could have—fighting over territory and the respect of the Alphas. Yet, here we were, years later, and the tension between us had morphed into something far more dangerous.
The club was a sanctuary for me, a place where I could control everything.
