Sage
I changed into casual clothes—a black hoodie, joggers, and sneakers that could take a beating—and grabbed my phone. The room still smelled faintly of her, of us, and it made my skin crawl with frustration. I needed to be out. Now.
I dialed Alex.
“Hey, where are you?” I asked the second he picked up.
Alex sighed on the other end, heavy and tired. “Where else but home? You know what I’m going through.”
“Move on. She’s gone. Stop crying like a little child, step up, and stop thinking too much about it.”
He sighed deeper. “Trust me, it’s hard. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to forget her fast.”
“That’s why I’m here for you. I’ll help you,” I said, voice low and steady—the Alpha tone I couldn’t turn off even when I wanted to.
“Hmm. Anyway, why did you call? I’m certain you didn’t ri
