The penthouse office at the top of Avila Tower overlooked a city that seemed to bow at its owner’s feet. Xander Avila, now 29 years old, stood motionless before the floor-to-ceiling windows, hands clasped behind his back. The once-warm, protective Alpha had become one of the most powerful, ruthless, and feared men in the world.
His empire spanned continents. His decisions moved markets. Governments sought his favor while competitors lived in terror of his name. The media called him “The Ice Alpha” — brilliant, untouchable, and completely merciless.
He had no relationships. No lovers. No distractions.
Women still threw themselves at him — models, heiresses, socialites — drawn to his power, wealth, and devastating looks. He rejected them all with open disdain, sometimes publicly and bruta
