Vanessa’s POV
"Alpha Alexander," I greeted him quietly, my voice barely above a whisper as I met his gaze with a mixture of resignation and defiance. I knew he was displeased with me, though the reason for his discontent remained a mystery.
He remained silent for a moment, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that made me squirm uncomfortably. He didn’t look happy at all, like something was weighing heavily on him.
"Vanessa," he finally spoke, his voice low and measured. "What are you doing out here? The reception is in full swing, and yet here you are, hiding away in the shadows."
I swallowed hard, acutely aware of the weight of his gaze upon me. "I needed some air," I replied evasively, my voice tinged with a hint of defensiveness. "The wedding... it's a lot to take in. I don
