Harley’s P.O.V.

As Carlos’s voice sliced through the air like a blade, I spun on my heels and saw him descending the stairs in that commanding stride. He was wearing a black suit, his sharp expressions unreadable.

“Alpha!”

My heart thudded against my chest as I tried to explain, pulling my hands away. But Xander beat me to it. He replied calmly.

“Harley has helped us a lot. So, I was thanking her. We couldn’t have arranged a funeral without her.”

Although his words were carefully picked, his sudden causal demeanor worsened it. It wasn’t a gratitude, but just a performance.

Carlos titled his head. His crimson eyes were now...