SUMMER’S POV
The rain had been relentless that afternoon, a torrential downpour that turned the manicured lawns of the Alpha’s estate into a blurred landscape of emerald and grey.
I remember standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows of my father’s study, watching the droplets race down the glass.
At twenty-one, my world was small, protected, and defined by the strength of my father’s shadow.
As an Alpha, he was a mountain of a man, respected and feared, but to me, he was just the person who tucked me in and promised that the world was mine for the taking. I didn't know then that the world was actually a hunting ground.
"Summer, come away from the window," my father had called out, his voice warm but commanding. "Our guests will be here any minute. This is an important merger, sweeth
