Alpha Kaden’s POV.
Standing outside Isabella’s door felt a little chilly with the air blowing cold on my skin.
I hadn't come prepared for the chilling cold that bit down into my skin as I stood there, waiting for her to open the door— or at least wake-up.
For as long as I stood there waiting for my mate, doubt grew over time, creeping in gently, whispering to me that she might not have been around.
But her lingering scent assured me of that. She had to be at home—but why wasn’t she answering?
I glanced at my phone, the unanswered calls staring back at me, taunting me.
Then I heard it—the crunch of gravel under tyres. A car pulled up, parking just outside her porch.
At first, I thought it might be one of the neighbours, someone returning home late or stopping by for a visit. But as
