Chapter 50: The Game
(Alexander's POV)
I paced the length of my temporary den, unable to keep still. The memory of last night burned clear in my mind. I could still see her — Aspen Winters — the supposed fragile Omega, standing tall and fierce, holding Viktor's fate in her hands.
Logan, my wolf, growled restlessly in the back of my mind. He had been on edge ever since.
Oliver sprawled out lazily on the couch, his expression curious. "So, let me get this straight. You felt something through the bond and ran straight for her, yeah? Chasing after your mate like some love-struck pup?" he teased, his grin crooked and taunting.
I shot him a glare sharp enough to silence him. He didn’t, of course. Oliver thrived on testing my patience.
"Then," I started, ignoring his antics, "I follow
