No matter how much she told herself to stop, Ari couldn’t keep her eyes off her cellphone. Every other second. Waiting for it to beep with a text. Waiting for it to ring with a call. Waiting for Adrian’s face to dance on her screen and tell her everything was alright. But the moment he walked out the door a half-hour ago, her stomach had done nothing but ache. Ari knew she should have gone with him, they needed to face whatever this was together.
Why did that feel like a final goodbye?
Adrian’s admirable alpha male need to protect her was understandable because if Ari would have gone, there is no doubt they would have thrown her straight into the confinement ward simply because of who she was—or moreso, who her father was. Adrian and Link would have no doubt put up a fight to keep that
