Chapter 47:Rage

(Alexander’s POV) Scarlett’s car disappeared in the distance, leaving a cloud of dust and fury in its wake. My hands gripped the edge of my SUV hood so tightly I could hear the faint creak of metal bending. Mason howled, his unrestrained rage throbbing against the edges of my control. She had evaded me. Again. Air burned in my lungs, every breath heavy, every heartbeat amplifying the storm inside me. That sleek black car, so polished it reflected the boiling blue skies, bore a logo I could no longer ignore. Jason approached cautiously, his steps light like he feared stepping too close. "Alpha," he began, his voice tentative, testing my mood. "Speak," I growled out, barely glancing his way. My focus stayed pinned on the empty road Scarlett had just taken, as if my glare could conjure her back. Jason cleared his throat. His hesitation just sharpened my anger. Finally, he said, “Scarlett’s been… seen here regularly. Every report indicates that she’s… comfortable. She moves about lik