Let me

Alpha Luciano's POV

I smelt fear.

Pure unadulterated fear.

Since the day I lost my parents, I knew the scent well. Initially, I disregarded Arabella's claims as a ploy to extend the decision time. I approved. I wanted a stay on her execution as well and a few white lies here or there never hurt anyone.

The moment Anastasia's scent had changed, I had grown wary. It was subtle like she was actively trying to calm her body's reaction down. I had never seen that level of mastery over one's body before. Especially not from an airhead that was supposed to become my trophy wife.

That was when my suspicion kicked in. Uncle Tommaso hadn't noticed yet that Anastasia was beginning to crack under the pressure.

Meanwhile, I was waiting on Mikah's report. He was supposed to give me a detailed rundown on Anastasia any minute now. That was why I had given Arabella an opportunity to speak. I had no idea that she was even more informed than me about the affairs going down in my pack.

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