Alpha Zach hadn't returned all day.
He'd left before dawn, and the air had been colder since he walked out that door. The guards at the gate refused to meet my eyes when I asked where he had gone. They only bowed stiffly, murmuring, "The Alpha doesn't share his schedule with omegas."
I wasn't supposed to care. But I did.
Because somewhere between fear and confusion, I had started to think about him more than I should.
Now, sitting by the cold fireplace with a bowl of untouched noodles beside me, I wrapped my arms around my knees and stared at the door. It was long past midnight. The moon had begun to sink, and I could feel the fatigue pressing down on me. But I couldn't bring myself to leave. Not yet.
Rose's terrified face still haunted me how she had run out the moment she was released, skeletal and pale, eyes sunken like someone who had seen hell and barely crawled out of it alive.
She didn't even look at me.
She didn't have to. The look on her face said everything.
