081 | ANTI HERO

Scarlett’s POV

Talking to Alpha Enzo – just Enzo, I corrected myself – had only served to make me more confused. He’d looked so sincere, so sad, when he’d told me it was his birthday. I couldn’t imagine loving someone, only to be forgotten.

But, try as I might, I couldn’t remember him. And yet I could remember Ryker. Who was telling the truth? I had to believe it was Ryker, for he had no reason to lie. He’d always walked around like there was a pillow stuffed into the chest area of his shirt, but he was harmless. He was my Alpha. He had to be looking out for me.

Something told me that wasn’t the case, though. I thought it had to be the mate bond, tugging me in Enzo’s direction more and more. That was why I found myself sneaking out on the evening of his birthday, after he thought I’d dozed off, to bake him a cake and pick him a bouquet of wildflowers.

I’d crept back up to his floor in the pack house, wanting to use the smaller kitchen he had up there. I didn’t fancy answering the ceas