Ivonne’s POV

"What about the Alpha?" I interrogated as I raced my way to the door. The white sneakers bouncing off the marble tiles. Thankfully I was dressed in jeans and a black tank top.

Jarvis raised his wrist and turned to face me as I did same, palm on the handle and about to tug it ajar. "He should be on his way there now."

"Who?" I implored, confused for the hundredth time before it clicked. "The Alpha?"

"Yes," Jarvis affirmed, allowing his arm to fall back on his side. "He was about ...