Chapter 165. Was the Girl Truly Adopted?

Alexander’s POV

The business dinner with Alpha Malcolm was proceeding exactly as planned, but something felt off. I couldn’t pinpoint the source of my unease.

Suzanna, Alpha Malcolm’s mistress, kept giving me strange looks across the table.

There was something in her eyes that unsettled my wolf—recognition, perhaps, or calculation.

“So we’re agreed on the territorial boundaries for the joint venture?” Malcolm was saying, his fingers drumming against his whiskey glass. “Your pack handles security, mine handles logistics?”

I nodded, keeping my expression neutral despite my wolf’s growing agitation. “The terms are acceptable.”

The female wolf Malcolm had brought along as entertainment—a voluptuous