Alpha Derrick sat in the grand living room of his mansion, his fingers tapping restlessly against the arm of the chair.
The air was thick with tension, and his thoughts were consumed by Kimberly. Her resilience, her audacity to return, and the mystery surrounding her haunted him.
*She's more than she seems,* he thought, his jaw tightening. *I should've dealt with her sooner.*
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of heels clicking against the polished floor.
Mona walked in, her confidence radiating as always. She wore a sly smile, one that Derrick had come to associate with trouble.
"Is Kimberly the problem?" Mona asked, her voice smooth as silk. She sat beside him, her gaze piercing.
Derrick turned his face to her, letting out a faint, humorless smile. It was enough of an answer for Mona, who leaned back and crossed her legs with satisfaction.
