Alpha Derrick sat alone in the dimly lit living room, his thoughts heavy.
His fingers tapped against the armrest of the chair, his mind replaying the recent attacks, betrayals, and unanswered questions.
*Where is Kimberly? Who is pulling the strings behind the shadows? And how much longer before everything collapses?*
From the staircase, Mona stood, watching him carefully. He hadn't noticed her yet, but she studied him, his posture, his expression, the weight of his burdens.
A slow, cunning smile curled on her lips.
*I need to act lovingly… Maybe I can get him talking about Kimberly's whereabouts.*
She straightened her dress, lifted her chin, and gracefully walked towards him.
The moment Derrick saw her approaching, his eyes darkened slightly.
He knew Mona well enough.
She never approached him without an agenda.
*Mona is definitely going to play games... Let's see what she's got off her sleeves.* Derrick thought, with his face remained unreadable.
