Chapter 164

ALPHA DORIAN’S POV The morning was colder than usual. I stood before the mirror, adjusting the silver cufflinks on my black sleeves, the faint glint of light catching the stone ring on my right hand—an ancient artifact passed down from my bloodline. My reflection was calm, composed, the kind of Alpha image I had always cultivated. But beneath the surface, the storm churned. Today, I had planned to speak to Evelyn again. Alone. She'd spent the night chained like a beast, raving about fate and blood, and Olivia’s death being the only solution. It was madness—and it was dangerous. If she ever got free… if she ever opened her mouth to the wrong ears… No. She had to be dealt with. Quietly. Permanently. But with care. Because if I killed her too soon, before Olivia was fully on my side, Dominic would never believe my intentions. And the rest of the packs wouldn’t either. They’d see blood. Not strategy. I straightened my collar, preparing myself for the talk with Evelyn, to gauge whether ther