ALEXANDER
For a moment after Faye left, I didn’t move.
The sound of her chair scraping against the floor lingered faintly.
I let out a slow breath, my fingers resting against the table as I stared at nothing in particular.
None of this made sense to me.
Faye’s dream alone would have been enough to pay attention to.
But this?
This was something else.
I lifted my head slowly and looked at Roman.
“Roman.”
He looked up immediately. “Alpha.”
I held his gaze, letting the weight of it sit there for a second before I spoke again.
“What exactly is going on?” I asked. “Are you sure about all you’ve just said?”
I paused.
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“Because if this is some kind of misunderstanding…” I added, my tone tightening just slightly, “or you’re repeating something you think you heard–say it now.”
Roman’s jaw tightened immediately.
“I’m not making it up, Alpha Alexander. I swear,” he said, a little too quickly. There was a slight edge to his voice now, like he felt the need to defend himself before I even pushed further. “I wouldn’t lie about something like that.”
I didn’t respond.
I just watched him.
Roman swallowed, his fingers curling slightly against the napkin before he forced himself to still.
“I heard it,” he said again, slower this time, more deliberate. “And I saw it.”
My eyes narrowed slightly.
“That doesn’t even make sense at all,” I said, raising my voice.
Roman exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head like he was already expecting that.
“I know,” he replied. “I don’t know how it happened either. But I saw it. Please believe me.” His gaze lifted
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back to mine, steady despite everything.
I leaned forward slightly, resting my forearms on the table.
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“You’re telling me,” I said slowly, my tone measured, “that you had the same dream as Faye at the same time, heard the same voice, and somehow understood parts of a language you’ve never heard before.”
Roman didn’t flinch.
“Yes.”
I held his gaze for a second longer.
It still didn’t make sense.
Not in any way that I liked.
But it wasn’t a lie.
Roman wasn’t reckless with his words. Not like this. Not in front of me.
And definitely not about something this serious.
“Alright,” I said finally.
Roman blinked slightly, like he hadn’t expected that response so quickly.
“It’s okay,” I added, my tone firm, cutting off whatever he might have been about to say next.
pushed my chair back, the legs scraping lightly against the floor as I stood.
should go check on her,” I said.
was already halfway down the corridor when I realized she wasn’t in our chambers.
sn’t something I thought about at first. My steps had been automatic–muscle memory, instinct, routine. When Faye walked out like that, there were only a few places she ever went without thinking, and
our room was the first.
But then-
I stopped.
Just for a second.
My head tilted slightly, my senses sharpening as I drew in a quiet breath.
Her scent.
It wasn’t coming from ahead.
It lingered faintly in the opposite direction.
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My brows pulled together slightly.
Office.
Of course.
I didn’t waste time questioning it. I turned. My mind was already working ahead of me, trying to piece things together, trying to decide what I would say when I got to her. I could imagine she was panicking
already.
I reached the office door and pushed it open.
She was there.
Seated behind the desk.
For a second, I just stood there, taking her in.
I stepped inside, letting the door close quietly behind me.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
Her head turned toward me.
Slowly.
And when her eyes met mine-
Something felt off.
A difference in the way she looked at me.
“I don’t trust him.”
The words came out clean and clear.
Without hesitation.
For a second–I just stared at her.
Because I was sure I had heard that wrong.
“…What?” I asked.
Her expression didn’t change.
Not even a little.
“I don’t trust him,” she repeated, her tone steady, like she was stating something obvious. Something that didn’t need explanation.
Something that had always been true.
But it wasn’t… not for her.
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Not when it came to Roman.
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My brows drew together, my confusion settling in deeper now as I took a step further into the room.
“Who?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
“Roman?” I added, my voice lower this time.
“Yes.”
I was shocked.
This wasn’t Faye.
She had defended Roman more times than I could count. Trusted him without question. Treated him like he belonged here long before he actually did.
And now-
Now she was sitting there, looking at me like this was normal.
Like nothing about what she just said was out of place.
“He has to go,” she added.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
