Third Person's POV
Dante burst into the room, breathless.
"She hasn't come back yet," he said. "I can't reach her on the phone, either."
Theron's hand froze over the keyboard. For a moment, everything stood still.
Then Dante felt the air grow heavy.
"You haven't heard from her today?" Theron's voice was so low, it was almost flat.
"No." Dante's Adam's apple bobbed. "I thought she'd already gone back to the hotel."
When it was confirmed that she had left the factory at 1:00 PM but hadn't returned to the hotel, the atmosphere shifted completely.
Theron canceled all his appointments.
It wasn't a choice. It was an Alpha's instinct.
Someone was missing from his territory. And that person belonged to him.
Theron closed his laptop. "Contact the factory."
His command dropped—cold, devo
