Alexander's POV
Blue Moon Pack
In the dimly lit basement, I saw a young woman curled up on a hard, uncomfortable bed. A thin sheen of sweat covered her forehead, her long hair clinging to her face as if she were enduring intense pain. Her brows were furrowed tightly, her lips and complexion as pale as the rest of her face, devoid of any color. When she heard the footsteps intruding into her ears, a cold, disdainful smile curved her lips. "Unless it's Alexander Duncan, don't bother hoping to find out the truth."
"Susan, what are you screeching about!" Quinn shouted angrily, clearly furious at the woman's audacity. How dare she bribe a thug to run over Mechelle.
