Owen
I wake to the sound of knocking.
Peeling my face off the map I fell asleep face down in, I groggily call the knocker into my study. An Omega opens the door warily.
“Your Highness, I apologize for the intrusion. Your mate informed me I could find you in here.”
I sigh at the implication and the memory.
Ava came to my room last night, asking to spend the night in my bed. She was spooked by the guards searching the palace, which she was astute enough to notice even though they were trying to be covert. I informed her she could stay in my bed, but that I was heading into my study to continue the investigation.
Which was, of course, a lie. I just couldn’t stomach the idea of sharing a bed with her. Nor was I quite ready to turn her away, to confront her betrayal. Not when we’ve just
