Halfway through, my phone rang.
I froze when I saw Alistair’s name on the screen.
I could ignore Evelyn’s calls, block Alpha Adrian’s forever, but Alistair…
He’d always treated me decently, carrying himself like a respected elder. As old alpha of Helixon, he’d earned my respect.
After a moment’s hesitation, I set down my forks and answered.
“Hello, Mr. Blackwood.”
I’d always called him that—formal, distant.
“Vivian,” Alistair’s voice was kind but firm,
“you and Alpha Adrian need to sit down and talk calmly. Hiding won’t solve anything. Come to the manor tomorrow night for dinner.”
“There’s no need for talk. He’s signed the papers to break the bond. If you want to persuade someone, convince him to finish the last steps. Once that’s done, I’ll be free of him and the Blackwood pack f
