Chapter Ninety Seven

Allegra’s Pov

Mile's expression is unreadable—a mix of concern and something else I can't quite identify.

“Hey, Allegra,” he says softly, his voice sending shivers down my spine. “Mind if I join you?”

I shake my head, trying to compose myself. “Of course not, Miles. Sit wherever you like,” I reply, gesturing to the empty chair beside me.

He takes a seat, his gaze never leaving mine. “You seemed a bit… off earlier. Is everything okay?” he asks, his voice laced with genuine concern.

I hesitate, unsure of how much to reveal. But then, looking into his eyes, I realize that I can trust him. “I don't know, Miles,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “There's just something about tonight—something that doesn't feel right.”

Miles nods in understanding, his expression grave. “I know what you mean. Ever since the Alpha arrived, things have felt… tense,” he agrees, his eyes flickering towards where the Alpha stands, surrounded by his pack mates.

We sit in silence for a moment, lost in our