Alpha Alexander’s POV
Observing Vanessa, I witness the aftermath of a day steeped in tears. Her delicate fingers gently wipe away the remnants of an emotional storm, her eyes swollen from the weight of persistent weeping. They tell a story of anguish and heartbreak—heartbreak caused by me.
As I watch her pain, an unexpected twinge of guilt flickers through my consciousness. Could this be remorse for the turmoil I knowingly inflicted? I dismiss the thought almost immediately; why should I feel guilt for someone I plan to discard, a temporary presence in my grand scheme?
I remind myself that this is merely a transaction, a calculated arrangement with a predetermined expiration date. I had been transparent with Vanessa, clearly stating the selfish nature of our connection and my eventual i
