I hastily closed my emails, the screen fading to black as I powered off my computer, my coffee still steaming and untouched. With my bag slung over one shoulder, I descended the stairs.
Mom and Elijah were still in the kitchen, the warm scent of breakfast lingering in the air, but I ignored their presence completely, placing my mug in the sink before stepping out into the cool morning air.
My thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind, spinning around the revelations from the morning. Alpha Jackson had been funneling an extraordinary amount of money into an account for years, and it left me baffled. Why would he financially support me after relentlessly hunting us down? It made no sense at all. The idea that he planned to capture me while also providing funds was jarring.
When I arrived at the
