Chapter 111: Trust me, Alex
(Alexander's POV)
The unpleasant bitterness of the moon-blessed herbs lingered on my tongue as I jolted awake, my head heavy with exhaustion. Sleep had been an elusive comfort ever since Grace left for the coastal sanctuary with my mother.
Not that I’d ever admit it aloud.
My gaze darted over the papers scattered across my Alpha desk, a mess representing the chaotic state of pack affairs. Normally, Grace would remind me to keep things organized, her soft scolding oddly grounding. The hollow absence of her calming presence gnawed at me more with each passing day.
The sharp buzz of my crystal interrupted those fleeting thoughts. I swiped the screen, connecting to Joe, whose anxious energy was evident even before he spoke.
“Alpha,” his voice crackled in
