Ainsley’s eyes were cold and sharp, dissecting Alex’s every movement, every flicker of emotion. He wasn’t just listening, he was hunting for the truth buried beneath Alex’s words.
Then, it happened. A fleeting shadow of malice crossed Alex’s face. Subtle, but there. Ainsley saw it. And he would not ignore it.
"Alex," he said, his voice dangerously low, "your hatred for Eloise is seething." I can feel it, and I can’t allow it. She is my mate. The Luna of the Litha Night Walker Pack. She will stay here, in my villa, by my side. You will never have the chance to harm her."
The warning was clear. A promise wrapped in steel.
Alex’s jaw tightened. His hands curled into fists, but he bowed his head slightly. He was barely holding back.
Ainsley studied him further. Alex’s hatred was real, but
