Chapter 65

Author's POV Natalia paced her penthouse apartment, her slender fingers clutching her cell phone so tightly her knuckles had turned white. The evening lights of the city sparkled beyond her floor-to-ceiling windows, but she noticed none of it. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of Alexander—and that woman who had taken him from her. "This isn't how it was supposed to go," she muttered to herself, taking another sip of her third glass of whiskey. The satisfaction she'd expected to feel after orchestrating Felix's "accident" had quickly evaporated. She had been certain that Summer would completely fall apart after losing her precious little Alpha son. As terrible as it sounded, even to her own ears, the boy's death should have been her opportunity.Summer should have crumbled—broken beyond repair. What Alpha wouldn't eventually tire of a mate drowning in endless grief? What man would want to spend his life consoling a woman who had lost everything? That bitch should've died with her son.