Alessia: Lies And Reunions

Things aren’t okay in here and I can’t even do anything about it. I walk into Aiden’s office, which has been bustling around far too much and has been disappearing often to Goddess knows where. Thankfully, he isn’t anywhere else but inside and lounging on the small couch that is placed on the left side of the desk, propped against the beige wall.

I close the door and then ask, “Where have you been going? What are you planning?”

He looks up from his phone, and the calm way he looks at me fills me with dread. He goes back to scrolling on his phone as if I don’t exist in the room. Aiden may look like the ideal alpha, but he is not so in reality, not in front of me at least.

“Aiden, answer me,” I demand, crossing my arms across my chest.

“What’s there to answer? I was looking for my father’s murderer and gathering evidence, and found it,” he murmurs in an indifferent tone.

My breath hitches. I hurriedly cross the room and sit beside him. My heart thuds against my chest.

“What? How? Who?”