Royal Alpha Roar.
“Serayah?” I murmur, expecting to hear her voice. My body aches…as I remember, it was beaten to the core, but even in sleep, I smiled—because I could smell her. The cashmere in her hair is a bespoken tether that she was here.
Why has she not replied? I open my eyes for the silence stretches too long. The clock tells me I’ve slept through the afternoon. So, I throw the covers off and sit up. I roll the stiffness out of my shoulders and my stomach takes the moment to growl—it reminds me I need food.
I step out of the bedroom with damp hair after freshening up. I remain in sweats for I’m not planning to go anywhere near the Paragon Hall, not today. I’ve already wasted enough time sleeping—I might as well take the rest of the day for myself.
“Where is my wife?” I ask a
