Alpha Jackson sat alone in his room, deep in thought. The atmosphere was still, heavy with silence.
A thick leather-bound book lay open on the table before him, untouched. He sat in his reading chair, eyes fixed on the book, though his mind was far from it.
Let all that has happened to me—and everything that has worked against me—be written in this book, he thought solemnly. One day, I won't be here anymore. And when that time comes, no one will be able to tell Maria the full story. She'll find this book at the right time. It'll speak for me.
With a long, steadying breath, Alpha Jackson grabbed the book and rose to his feet. He knew what he had to do.
He walked out of his room and headed straight for his car. The moment his driver saw him approaching, he rushed forward.
"I'll take the wheel today," Alpha Jackson said, waving the driver off before the man could say a word.
