Sarah's POV
I was genuinely happy—I hadn't expected to see Alexander here. In my memory, he rarely attended social events like this, usually spending his evenings at the pack house.
But the warmth of my greeting met a wall of ice. His grey eyes, usually so intense and expressive, regarded me with a coldness that made my smile falter.
There wasn't a hint of pleasure at seeing me—only something dark and dangerous lurking beneath his carefully controlled expression.
"Is something wrong?" I asked, my voice growing uncertain as the silence between us stretched uncomfortably.
His lips curved in a smile that never reached his eyes, a gesture so devoid of warmth it sent chills down my spine. Without a word, he thrust my phone into my hands and turned to leave.
"Alexander, wait!
