ALEXANDER
I knew the moment Helen was settled into her room that I wouldn’t be able to rest.
Sleep had abandoned me anyway, chased away by too many thoughts and too much fear pressed tight against my chest. Helen was back—alive, unharmed, breathing—and that alone should have brought relief. Instead, it only opened the door to more questions, heavier ones, the kind that sat in your bones and refused to be ignored… the kind that were bound to cause misunderstanding between me and my mate.
I knew where he would be.
There was no way he was going back to bed. Not after everything. He would definitely be even more restless now… restless and mad, of course.
I headed straight for the office.
As I approached, I could hear low voices inside. By the time I stepped fully into the doorway, they w
