"Stop the car," Sofia commanded.
Alaric narrowed his eyes, recognizing his nephew. "What is he doing here?"
"He's here to see me," Sofia replied, grabbing her bag. "And I don't owe you any explanation."
She didn't wait for him to unlock the doors; she hit the release herself, stepped out into the crisp morning air, and didn't look back.
Alaric watched her walk straight toward Damien. He watched his nephew straighten up, his expression softening in a way it never did for anyone else. The sight was a knife to Alaric's chest. He slammed the car into gear and roared away, the tires screeching against the asphalt.
He drove to the pack's corporate factory headquarters in a blind haze. He bypassed the greeting of his assistant, ignored the concerned looks from the floor managers, and took the private elevator straight to the top floor.
The moment the office door clicked shut, the Alpha mask crumbled.
