Alexander's POV

Damn Harper. If he’d given me any warning, I could have prepared myself better for Alpha Philip’s sudden arrival. Instead, I’m left simmering in frustration—first over Lorenzo slipping through my grasp, evading capture, and now because I have to grovel to another alpha for harboring his runaway Luna.

Harper’s skittle-loving ass is definitely mine the next time we cross paths. I’m already planning to hand Theodore all the spoons, let him ...