ARYA

Anxiety gripped me as I stared at the journal in Alpha Daxton's hand, my mind descending into chaos. How did he find the journal? Had it been in his possession all along?

"You're not going to talk?" He arched a brow at me, and I blinked, struggling to regain my composure.

"I don't even know what that ring is. I swear I didn't steal it," I blurted out.

He stared at me for a few seconds. Then he let out a sigh. "If your competitor is going this far to set you up, they must hate your ...