Alex POV
Alex POV
Morning sunlight spilled across my room in soft gold, warm against my skin… but it didn’t reach the cold knot in my stomach.
I’d been awake for hours, staring at the ceiling, replaying every revelation from the night before. Guardians. Royal bloodlines. Hunted. Watched.
Destiny had ripped my entire life open in a matter of days — and now I was supposed to simply… exist in it.
I sat up slowly, rubbing my hands over my face.
Time kept moving even when my mind felt trapped.
Downstairs, I could hear voices — low and serious. Dad’s. Mason’s.
That knot in my stomach tightened.
I slipped into jeans, pulled my hair into a messy bun, and headed down the hall. My heart clenched with every step.
What if they were talking about us?
About the rogue?
About the figure in the
