(Olivia's POV)

The moment Alexander snatched his phone back from my hands, I knew with absolute certainty that something was terribly, devastatingly wrong.

His face showed what appeared to be sheer panic, like someone who had just been caught red-handed in the worst possible crime.

His hastily muttered excuse about needing to discuss more pack business with Daniel sounded completely hollow and desperate to my ears.

"Who's texting you ...