Chapter 177

Alpha Rolan's POV 

I sat on the edge of the bed, still reeling from what Pandora had told me last night. Wilson had been holed up in his room, crying alone, too broken by grief to even reach out. 

It didn’t add up because I spoke to him yesterday morning. He’d told me he was away on a business trip, apologized for missing the party, and promised to catch up soon. 

His voice had sounded steady, calm even. But Pandora’s words had painted a different picture, one of a man completely unraveling behind closed doors.

Pandora had been worried, her eyes wide with concern as she shared what Kiara had told her. Kiara had been sitting on this secret for weeks, listening to him cry himself to sleep, unable to break through the wall he’d built around himself since his mother’s death. 

“We’ll take care of it,” I had told Pandora, holding her hands in mine. She’d nodded, trusting me to find a way to help Wilson, even when I wasn’t