"No, I'm not. However, it doesn't feel right for us to be in the same place, Zander. Are you sure this is your place, or did you just rent this mansion?" I questioned, my doubts lingering.

"I'm not poor, okay? Why do you think I became friends with the Alpha of White Pride if I was poor?" Zander retorted, defending his status.

I acknowledged his point, but my discomfort remained. "I still don't want to be here. Just take me back home," I pleaded, hoping he would understand.

"No. You should see how Marcus behaves when he's with other women," Zander stated, trying to convince me otherwise.

"But I don't...