Melanie's POV
Archer hadn't shown up. Moira was clearly furious, and Trista was sulking.
I poured coffee into her cup, keeping my voice steady. "He probably got tied up with an urgent Pack matter. He couldn't get away."
I explained a common situation for an Alpha; sometimes, once a task starts, the return time is completely unpredictable.
Moira was in a foul mood and went to her room early that night.
Trista repeatedly messaged Archer on her communication stone, but none of the calls connected.
The only sounds in the resort were the flowing of the hot spring water and the soft light of the hallway lamps.
The next morning, I woke up alone. Trista wasn't in the room either.
I got ready and walked around the resort, but I couldn't find them.
I asked an omega maid and found out that b
