CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-NINE FORGING ALLIANCE

XANDER'S POV I was still pacing outside the prison, my mind consumed by thoughts of Daphne and how to find her when a rogue came running up to me, his face flushed and breathless. “Alpha Xander!” he called out urgently. I turned, my frustration and confusion clear on my face. “What is it?” “There’s a visitor for you,” the rogue said, clearly trying to catch his breath. “She’s waiting outside.” A visitor? At this hour? My brow furrowed in confusion. “Who is it?” The rogue didn’t have a chance to answer before a woman emerged from the shadows. She was tall and lean, with sharp features and an air of quiet confidence. Her presence was commanding, and she walked with a purposeful stride. As she approached, I could see her eyes were a cold, determined blue, and her expression was serious. I stepped forward, my gaze narrowing. “Who are you, and what do you want?” She stopped in front of me, her gaze steady and unwavering. “My name is Sasha. I’m from Javion’s pack.” The mention of Ja