Alpha Alexander’s POV
I went about my day at the office, the weight of Vanessa's disappearance hanging heavily on my mind, casting a dark shadow over everything I did. It shouldn’t bother me that she ran away, but it does. It really does, in ways it shouldn’t.
Each task I tackled seemed insignificant compared to the burning anger and frustration simmering beneath the surface. I couldn’t believe she had the nerve to run away after all my threats and intimidation.
The sense of betrayal gnawed at me, making me more irritable than usual. I snapped at colleagues and gave terse replies to even the simplest questions, a stark contrast to my usual charm. My temper flared at the slightest provocation, and my patience was stretched thin as I struggled to maintain control under mounting pressure.
