Chapter 33: Deal With Father
(Grace's POV)
The air in the private viewing chamber was heavy, still thrumming with the charged tension left behind.
Alexander had retreated to his chair, his expression unreadable, but the faint glow of his molten-red eyes told me his wolf wasn’t far from the surface.
I tried to draw a calming breath, but my throat felt tight. So much had been left unsaid, hanging between us like a blade waiting to drop.
Suddenly, the faint pull of a mind-link interrupted the quiet. At first, I thought it was directed at me, the urgency threading through the mental connection sharp and insistent. But no, it wasn’t mine to receive.
It was meant for Alexander.
His body stiffened as he closed his eyes briefly, receiving the mental message. A moment later, his golde
