Chapter Seven

Alexander’s POV

When I get back to my villa, the first thing I do is check my bank balance.

Not a cent is out of place.

And Cora is nothing but an omega, so where did she get the money? Has she found another man? I can’t help but think about how she looked on that stage, careless and sexy, twirling like the world is hers–the mate bond between us may be unbroken, but has she found another man?

“Coffee,” I bark to a passing maid, who nods timidly and scurries off.

Oh, I saw that fancy limousine she left in. And I saw the license plate as she drove away. That wasn’t just a Black Moon Pack vehicle. It was the car of the alpha himself.

So is that who she’s bleeding for cash now?

Must be.

I’d almost find her ability to take advantage of rich men so easily impressive, if it wasn’t actively driving me insane.

The maid returns with my coffee. Thank goodness. I take a sip and immediately spit it out, hot liquid burning the roof of my mouth.