Chapter 62

Anita’s Pov
I drifted down the stairs, still caught up in the remnants of my restless night. Memories of Alpha Hades, the quiet intensity in his voice, the rare moments of vulnerability he’d allowed me to glimpse—they all clung to my thoughts, making it hard to focus on the present. I replayed the way his gaze had softened last night, how he seemed to shield his true self, letting only hints of it slip through the cracks. Despite everything, there was an undeniable pull between us, something electric yet maddeningly difficult to describe.
Just as I reached the bottom step, a soft voice came from behind.