Chapter 79: Seven Days
(Grace's POV)
Alexander lounged on the dark leather couch in our sacred mate chamber. His pose radiated authority, even when relaxed. One arm draped lazily over the couch's backrest, the other scrolling effortlessly on his pack crystal, reviewing updates with an air of casual dominance.
His golden eyes flicked up briefly from the screen, meeting mine. “I’ll be in the Northern Territory next week,” he announced, his tone calm yet leaving no room for discussion.
The brush I held paused mid-stroke in my hair. His statement was delivered so nonchalantly, yet the implications churned beneath the surface like an undercurrent.
“How long will you be gone?” I asked, focusing on the task at hand, hiding the sudden flare of hope in my chest.
“Seven days,” he replied
