ALEXANDER
I stood up from my chair.
Ambrose immediately looked up at me. I walked around the desk slowly, stopping in front of him.
He was still on his knees. The fear was obvious now. It was written all over his face.
The same man who had spent years handling responsibilities within my pack was now looking at me like he was waiting for the final judgment.
But I wasn't interested in seeing him broken.
I was interested in the truth.
"Stand up."
The command seemed to surprise him.
His eyes widened slightly.
For a moment, he looked like he wasn't sure he had heard me correctly.
Then he slowly pushed himself up.
He stood in front of me, still tense, still expecting anger.
"I need proof."
My voice was calm.
Ambrose blinked. "Proof, Alpha?"
I held his gaze.
"You have made a seri
