Chapter 60: Protective Claims
(Mia's POV)
Charlotte’s phone vibrated loudly on the table, rattling against the uneven wooden surface. The name on the screen froze me mid-sip. Alexander Stone. My stomach dropped.
Of all the wolves in the region, of all the possible people who could call right now, it had to be him. His name glowed on the screen like a warning. The Alpha King wasn’t known for patience, and I didn’t want to test it.
I glanced toward Charlotte. She was slumped against the cracked leather booth, her dress rumpled and clinging awkwardly to her small frame. Her blonde hair was a mess, sticking to her damp cheeks, and her chest rose and fell faintly as she dozed, completely unaware of the world around her.
The phone buzzed a second time, insistent now, demanding attentio
