Harley’s P.O.V.
Once Conrad walked out through the front door, the bar’s energy slowly returned to normal, but my mood didn’t. I was still finding it hard to believe that Carlos didn’t send him to me.
His silent promises, intense gaze, and gentle care were carved on my soul. It felt like he was truly concerned about me.
Feeling perplexed, I was still staring after Beta Conrad when Derek leaned against the wall again. His mouth twisted in something between amusement and annoyance.
“That guy is a walking spreadsheet!” He muttered, “No offense, BTW.”
I managed a weak laugh in response, but the ache in my chest lingered. Derek looked at me closely with his inquisitive, detective eyes, questioning me.
“Are you okay, Whisker? Why did you ask if Alpha Carlos sent him?”
I averted my gaze avoid his intense glare, busying myself with stacking glasses.
“No reason. I just thought …”
As Derek was my friend, I briefed him about Alpha Carlos’s role in my life. Surprisingly, he knew more about my
