Sadie’s POV
When he came back after our argument, he didn’t come back as Taylor the father of my daughter.
He came back as the Alpha.
I was leaving the university after my last lecture when Marcus appeared at my car. Not in the SUV – on foot, wearing a dark jacket, his expression carved from stone.
"Ms. Vance. The alpha requests your presence at the estate."
"He does, does he?"
"He does."
"Tell him I'm busy."
"He anticipated that response." Marcus reached into his jacket and produced a single sheet of paper, folded once. "He asked me to give you this."
I took it. Unfolded it. Taylor's handwriting – sharp, precise, each letter formed with the same deliberate control he applied to everything.
The Sterling pack is overstepping. Come to the estate. Tonight. –T
Four sentences. No ex
