Vanessa’s POV
The days slipped by in a haze of repetitive routines, each blending into the next without distinction. My interactions with Alpha Alexander remained perfunctory and distant, confined mainly to the office where we maintained a professional but chilly rapport.
Occasionally, I glimpsed my father as he engaged in secretive discussions with Alpha Alexander, consumed by pack matters that held little interest for me. His aloofness towards me stung, a reminder of our strained relationship exacerbated by my departure from the pack.
Refusing to engage with him on any personal level, I kept my distance, preferring to observe silently as he navigated the intricate politics of pack life. While others revered him, I harbored a different sentiment, feeling estranged yet oddly liberated
