ALPHA KONAN'S POV

As I neared my study, the scent of something familiar, innocent and sweet, struck me.

Madeline. And she was a stark opposite what her scent represented.

She just stood outside the door; tense, fidgety, her shoulders slouched. Even in the thin light, I saw the shimmer of unshed tears in her eyes.

I breathed out slowly. I had expected this, this confrontation. I had given the instruction that no one allowed Madeline see godfather. And consider how stubborn she was, she would go see him.

Seeing him would only reopen her wounds. Keeping her away was the only way to protect her.

"I heard you captured him......