Chapter 32

Silvia My thumb hovered over my phone screen as I stared at the social media wildfire spreading before my eyes. "What the actual hell?" I muttered, barely recognizing my own voice. Alpha Sherman turned from the kitchen counter and raised an eyebrow, looking not the least surprised. "I told you to be ready, little wolf." He casually flipped the last golden waffle onto a pristine white plate. The nickname sent an odd shiver down my spine. I looked back at my screen, my brain struggling to process what I was seeing. "Alpha's Secret Luna?" The headline flashed in bold tabloid font above a crystal-clear photo of Alpha Sherman in his tailored suit, carrying me bridal-style through the Nightfang Pack headquarters lobby. My face was half-buried in his chest, like some romance novel heroine. The image was dramatically framed, with zoomed-in close-ups and blurry video thumbnails. The comment section overflowed with things like "couple goals" and "his possessiveness is so hot," and somehow, I'd b