Meanwhile, Alpha Alaric was seen pacing out of his office. His boots echoed down the long hallway, each step heavier than the last.
He paused, staring at the walls — walls that held too many memories he wished he could forget. But forgetting wasn’t as easy as pretending.
He walked past Eva’s room and stopped. Slowly, he turned the knob and opened the door.
He’d only met Eva once — the day she was born. His only other connection with her had been through a screen, a video call. That was it.
He sighed.
Eva was beautiful. Innocent. Pure.
The mystery surrounding her death still haunted him. He didn’t believe for a second that Amelia had poisoned her.
That lie had spread like wildfire… but to Alaric, it never made sense.
Who would kill a child? And why?
His thoughts were sharp, naggi
