A few hours passed in the blink of an eye. Abigail was now asleep after Xander made sure she ate properly.
The scars on her body were healing gradually, and Xander never left her side.
He provided everything she needed, and both he and his wolf, Axel, kept watch over her.
Alexander's phone buzzed with a text from Shawn. Reluctantly, he left the bed where his mate rested, dressed quickly, and glanced at Abigail’s sleeping form before stepping out of the room.
“Shawn, are you certain about what you just said?” Alexander asked, his face void of emotion. The words echoed in his head like a vivid scene, igniting fury within him.
“Yes, Alpha. I’ve had it confirmed by a few trusted sources,” Shawn replied firmly.
Alexander began pacing around the room, his hands shoved into his pockets as
