Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Romero's pov

There was a higher rogue, a puppet master, pulling strings from the shadows.

I had seen it in the rogue's eyes, the flicker of an understanding that he didn't possess.

The truth was a heavy weight on my chest, a secret that threatened to suffocate me. I knew he had to tell Xander, my Alpha, but the fear held me back. Alpha Xander, driven by vengeance and grief, was a volatile force, a raging storm unleashed. I wasn't sure if he could handle my alpha's fury, his disappointment, his disbelief if he ever found out.

I tried to prepare myself, to gather the courage, but the words always seemed to falter on my tongue each time I spoke. The weight of the pack's expectations, the fear of my alpha's wrath, the burden of the truth – it all pressed me down, a suffocating blanket of anxiety.

I tried to distract myself as I threw myself into my duties, my patrols, and my training, but the scent of fear lingered, like a phantom, reminding me of the truth I couldn't escape.