Chapter 42: Exchange
(Eden's POV)
The walls of the Pack House seemed to close in around me, their cold, silent presence suffocating me with every passing second. I couldn’t escape the tension that hung heavy in the air.
It was like an invisible chain, wound tighter with every breath. I fought to push it aside, holding on to what little composure I had left.
Then came the sound of the doors swinging open, followed by the unmistakable sound of boots crashing against the tiled floor.
Alexander stormed inside, his presence filling the room instantly. His face was thunderous—a mix of frustration and something sharper, wilder.
My hand stilled on the teacup I was pretending to drink from as his eyes locked onto mine. "You’re back faster than I thought," I said, deliberately calm, thou
