Ezren
Ezren hadn’t planned on attending Anderson’s little charity event. In fact, he’d been at a campaign meeting across town when he received a text from one of his contacts that Freya was making a scene at Anderson’s estate.
His first instinct had been to ignore it—he’d promised her he wouldn’t interfere in her business anymore, after all—but something had compelled him to wrap up his meeting early and head over.
He was glad he did. The sight that greeted him when he arrived was both infuriating and heartbreaking: Freya, downing drink after drink while a circle of Alphas watched, some openly laughing at her desperation.
And there was Kael, standing off to the side with a self-satisfied smirk, watching it all unfold as if it were entertainment staged for his benefit.
