Chapter 13:Midnight Decisions

(Scarlett's POV) I leaned against the balcony railing, watching Alexander with cold detachment as he communicated with Grace through their mental connection. His face was a canvas of emotions—tenderness when she first reached out to him, then dejection as whatever she said sank in. His expression softened in a way it never did when he looked at me. Not that it mattered. I felt nothing watching this display of affection. No jealousy, no heartbreak—just contempt for his hypocrisy. How fortunate that I had never loved him. If I had, this scene might have devastated me. "Trouble in paradise?" I called out mockingly. Alexander shot me a warning glare but continued his silent conversation with Grace. As I watched him, my mind drifted to another man—one whose face I tried not to remember too often. Roman. I wondered what he was doing now. Had he found his destined mate? Or had he, like me, been pushed into some political marriage for the good of his pack? The thought sent an unexpected