The private suite on the top floor of the luxury hotel overlooking the Lagos Lagoon was silent except for the distant hum of the city below. Xander had chosen this neutral ground deliberately — away from Claire’s modest apartment, away from the Avila mansion, away from the pack. No one else was present. Just the two of them.
Claire stood near the large window, arms wrapped tightly around herself, trying to steady her breathing. She had left Alex Jr. with Adaora, knowing this conversation was not for their son’s ears. Her heart hammered violently as she faced the man she had run from five years ago.
Xander stood a few feet away, tall and imposing in a tailored black shirt and trousers. The warm, protective Alpha she had fallen in love with was gone. In his place was a cold, ruthless man —
