Aimee's POV
A young man in a white shirt and a denim jacket stood in front of the backyard pavilion at Alpha Jacob's mansion. Alpha Vincent and I, who had just arrived, exchanged puzzled looks. Who was this man?
"From behind, he looks like Alpha James, but I'm quite sure it's not him..." My hesitant muttering made Alpha Vincent wrap his arm around me.
Our eyes were locked, and he said, "Don't worry, James doesn't know about this place. Besides, if he does come, we should welcome him. You're not tied to him anymore, right? Or are you still have a--"
I placed my index finger on Alpha Vincent's lips. "Don't continue whatever you were about to say, Alpha Vincent. I know where this conversation is heading."
Alpha Vincent and I then took a step closer, getting closer to the man who was as tall as Alpha Vincent.
