CHAPTER FOUR
624 Words
WHITNEY’S POV
I made my way out of the forest, still in tears, and reached the main road. I flagged down a cab and climbed in.
“To XYY City, please.”
The driver nodded quietly and drove off. I rested my head against the window as the tears flowed freely.
“You miss him already,” Roxy stated matter-of-factly.
I nodded silently, unable to stop crying.
“I don’t know how I’ll do this without him by my side,” I mind-linked back.
“I know,” she replied gently. “But you’re strong. You’ll figure it out. And I’m here—we can do this.”
I wiped my tears and nodded.
“You could always call him when—”
“No,” I cut her off firmly. “I’m not calling him. Not for any reason.”
“Yes, boss,” she said with a smirk. “Always proud.”
Then she went quiet.
The driver glanced at me through the rear-view mirror.
“Family trouble?” he asked softly.
“No, I’m fine,” I replied, straightening up and wiping my face.
“We’ll be there in about five minutes,” he said. “Where would you like me to drop you off?”
That was when it hit me—I hadn’t planned this part at all.
“Um…” I hesitated.
“Your father is an Alpha and a business mogul,” Roxy cut in. “Tell him to drop you at a reputable hotel. You can stay the night and finish your registration tomorrow.”
I smiled faintly. Thank you, I mind-linked.
“Do you know any reputable hotels?” I asked the driver.
“Yes,” he replied. “There’s one just ahead.”
“That works. Please drop me there.”
Two minutes later, I stood in front of a luxurious hotel with NOVA CREST written boldly at the top in a sleek, modern font. I walked inside and headed straight to the reception.
Behind the desk stood a beautiful blonde—tall, fair, with kind eyes and soft curves.
“Good evening, ma’am. How may I help you?”
“I’d like to book a room,” I replied, glancing around the elegant lounge.
“We currently have three available rooms—12, 13, and 245.”
“Which one has a balcony?”
“Room 245.”
“I’ll take it.”
She typed quickly, handed me a key card, and smiled. “Enjoy your stay.”
I took the elevator to the nineteenth floor and entered my room. After unpacking a little, I stepped into the shower. The cold water hit my skin, and I cried the entire time.
Later, I lay on the bed—exhausted, emotionally drained, and starving.
“You’re not ordering food?” Roxy asked.
“I’ve lost my appetite.”
“You promised to take care of yourself,” she reminded me. “That includes eating.”
“Roxy, shut up,” I muttered, rolling onto my side.
“Fine,” she replied sweetly. “Enjoy the brain-splitting headache.”
Almost immediately, she began howling in my head—loud, nonstop—like a full moon had lodged itself in my skull.
I groaned and sat up. “Alright, alright!”
“Huh?” she replied innocently.
“Anything to stop your ugly voice in my head,” I snapped.
She laughed—and howled again—making me laugh despite myself.
I grabbed the phone and called room service. Soon, a tray arrived with steak and mashed potatoes. After eating, Roxy finally quieted down.
The moment my head hit the pillow, I whispered a small prayer to the Moon Goddess.
Then darkness claimed me.
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