Author's pov
The weekend arrived faster than Cecilia had anticipated.
As eveningsettled over Denver, her phone buzzed with a text from Alpha Xavier while she was preparing dinner.
[Meeting tomorrow at 9 AM. I'll wait for you in the garage.]
Cecilia stared at the screen, her jaw tightening.
The last thing she needed was Alpha Xavier ambushing her in the morning, blocking her car like some territorial man-child.
After a pause, she typed back: [Can't make it. I have plans this weekend.]
Alpha Xavier didn't respond. Typical. Always silent when he didn't get his way.
--
Meanwhile, across town at the Blood Moon Pack's main residence, Alpha Xavier sat stiffly on a leather armchair, his phone still in hand, Cecilia's message weighing heavily on him.
His jaw clenched. Had she changed her
