Alpha Ivik

I took a seat next to Heather on the couch, and she glanced away, seemingly disinterested in making eye contact. Despite her efforts to maintain a professional demeanor, her body language was doing the opposite. Her crossed arms and tense posture suggested that she was feeling uncomfortable or guarded. It was difficult for me to witness her in such a state, but I had to tell her the truth.

“I can’t believe this, Ivik.” Heather finally spoke up, but her voice was shaking. “Why do you have to abduct me when all this time you know your father’s actual condition?”

“There are things you need to know about...