Alpha's Regret: Losing His True Mate

But he kept his mouth shut.

Maybe it was because they didn’t really know each other that well yet.

At first, both Old Master Fisher and Dante were playing a little loose, feeling each other out.

But as the game went on, they started to get a read on each other’s style. Old Master Fisher was aggressive, pushing hard, always on the attack. Dante, on the other hand, played defensively, but he was constantly looking for openings, waiting for the right moment to strike.

It looked like Dante was struggling.

But Elodie knew better.

She watched the board closely, her eyes narrowing as she tracked each move.

Johnny, who also knew his way around chess, leaned over. "Who do you think’s gonna win?"

Elodie hesitated. "Hard to say."

Sienna and Levi, sitting nearby, overheard her vague answer and exchanged a look. Like, what kind of non-answer was that?

But Johnny knew she had more to say. She just wasn’t saying it out loud.

Because Elodie did have thoughts.