Alpha Rolan's POV

I sat on the edge of the bed, still reeling from what Pandora had told me last night. Wilson had been holed up in his room, crying alone, too broken by grief to even reach out.

It didn’t add up because I spoke to him yesterday morning. He’d told me he was away on a business trip, apologized for missing the party, and promised to catch up soon.

His voice had sounded steady, calm even. But Pandora’s words had painted a different picture, one of a man completely unraveling behind closed doors.

Pandora had been worried, her eyes wide with concern as she shared what Kiara had...