Nala
As I slid off Xander's lap, my heart pounded with a mix of anxiety and vulnerability.
I started pacing back and forth in his office, unable to stand still.
Xander leaned back in his chair, his eyes following my every movement.
There was a softness in his gaze, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as if he found my restlessness amusing.
It seemed like he was trying to hide his laughter, but that slight grin on his face was a small comfort to me. At least he wasn't judging me—at least not yet.
"My father was the Gamma of our pack," I began, my voice trembling slightly as I forced myself to meet his eyes. The words felt heavy on my tongue, each one dragging up memories I'd tried to bury.
"I was only six years old when he died alongside the Alpha and Beta. It was s
