Alpha Blade
he said after.
“But what?”
“But it’s not going to work.”
“Why?” I asked.
“What I need, a personal item, has been stolen by Dexter.”
“Dexter?”
“Yes,” Blade said with a low growl buried in his voice. “Your so-called Alpha stole my necklace.”
“B-but why would Dexter steal a necklace?” I asked in curiousity. “He has money, he…”
“It’s not about money,” Blade cut in. “The necklace isn’t worth a cent, he took it because somehow, he must have known the relevance.”