Alpha Alexander’s POV
I watched Vanessa as she defiantly brought her German shepherd, Spark, to the tarmac, despite my earlier warning that my mansion wouldn't accommodate her dog. Her face was set in that determined expression that always signaled she was ready to argue, indicating she intended to win this one, no matter what.
Spark trotted beside her, his tail wagging happily, completely unaware of the impending argument. Vanessa’s bond with her dog was undeniable, and I knew she wouldn't easily part with him, even for a short trip.
As she approached me, I could see the fire in her eyes, a silent challenge daring me to object. "Spark is coming with us," she stated firmly, as if there was no room for negotiation.
I sighed inwardly, already knowing I had lost this battle. Arguing with
