Hazel’s POV
I sat on the edge of our bed in nothing but a short silk nightgown that barely reached my thighs. The room was quiet, but my mind was anything but. I kept replaying my conversation with Alpha Jackson over and over again.
The way his eyes had changed. The way he grabbed my wrist. The way his voice changed changed when he said “my king". The strange mix of anger and devotion in his eyes when I talked about hurting Nicholas. The sick smile that appeared on his face.
Something was wrong with him.
I could feel it deep in my gut. He was hiding something big. I was almost sure of it now. Liora couldn’t have done everything alone. Someone must have helped her with those murder attempts on me. And the more I thought about it, the more my suspicion pointed straight at Alpha Jackson.
