ALPHA BRAHAM'S POV
Convincing Millie to leave her mother's house had been war.
She'd stood in that living room yesterday evening, arms crossed, jaw set, looking every bit like the woman who'd faced down a mob of reporters without flinching.
"I'll be fine," she'd said, voice steady. "I've been handling things on my own all these years. A few paparazzi aren't going to break me."
"Millie, those people aren't leaving," I'd countered, forcing myself to stay calm when every instinct screamed at me to just throw her over my shoulder and carry her out. "A handful will camp outside your gates for days, maybe weeks, waiting for something to happen. You and Leo deserve better than that."
"I'm used to pressure. I can handle them."
"This isn't about what you can handle." My hands flexed at my sid
