Vanessa’s POV
I swallowed as Alpha Alexander rose from his executive chair, every measured movement reminding me of a predator. He wasn’t just an Alpha he was spectacle: a man who filled a room the way a lion fills a savannah. Handsome, arrogant, and cruel. How could someone look like that and be so rotten inside?
Was he only playing nice because of Frida? Now that she was gone, the mask slipped. That had to be the only explanation. Alfie my former friend, the son he’d raised was no better. Cold, uncaring, he’d rejected his best friend without a second thought. Maybe he’d learned that from Alexander, not the other way around.
I thought about the whispers: rogue, wild, undeserving of a title that tied him to our pack. If people could see what I saw, they’d send him packing. If Alexander
