C98 CHAPTER NINETY EIGHT

ALPHA KONAN'S POV

As I neared my study, the scent of something familiar, innocent and sweet, struck me.

Madeline. And she was a stark opposite what her scent represented.

She just stood outside the door; tense, fidgety, her shoulders slouched. Even in the thin light, I saw the shimmer of unshed tears in her eyes.

I breathed out slowly. I had expected this, this confrontation