Chapter 107

Sarah's POV The Alpha said something—short, clipped, and commanding—but the restaurant noise drowned it out completely. I caught only fragments, like a name or a warning, but nothing clear. "I'm sorry, could you please speak up? I can't hear you," I said, pressing the phone tighter against my ear. Suddenly, the call disconnected. I stared at my phone, puzzled. The number was domestic, not international. "Sarah, who was calling?" Elena asked, taking a sip of her wine. "No idea. Wrong number, probably." I shrugged, trying to brush it off. Just as I finished speaking, my phone vibrated again—this time with a text message: "Ms. Winters, is my niece with you?" Niece? His niece? Is that what he was referring to on the phone? Who was this person, and why would he think I had his niece? Another text quickly followed: "Please go somewhere quiet and call me back, Ms. Winters." The formal way they kept addressing me suggested this wasn't a case of mistaken identity. For some reason, little Puddin