BRUCE

When Walter Hart walks into our bedroom with Opal trailing behind him, wide-eyed, I don't know what happens to me. Coldness explodes in my chest and freezes my heart. The smile on his face makes me want to rip him apart.

But I simply stare back at him with no emotion at all on my face.

"Alpha King," he begins, and I have to give him credit for addressing me by my title, "I heard what happened and I was just devastated. I came to see how you were."

"There's no need for that, Alpha ...