THOMAS.
I couldn't quite place it, but something about the situation felt… off.
What could possibly make my ever-calculated brother grow so suspicious, to the point of acting strange toward my beloved Eva?
The thought lingered in my mind, refusing to settle. Alex was not the type to act without reason. Every move he made was always precise, always controlled. For him to suddenly become distant, cold, and unpredictable, it meant something deeper was at play.
Whatever it was…I was going to find out.
A slow breath escaped my lips as I straightened slightly, my gaze hardening with quiet determination.
But no matter what the truth turned out to be, one thing remained certain.
Nothing—absolutely nothing—must interfere with my plan.
My fingers curled slightly at my sides as old thoughts resurfaced, bitter and familiar.
I was the eldest son.
Wasn't it my right?
The right to inherit my father's pack… his company… everything he had built?
And yet, he had chosen Alex.
That bastard.
