Scars

And because I insisted, the Alpha King checked us into a grand hotel for the rest of the week. I called Attus several times, texted him, sent emails and snaps. I did all of it, but he still would not reply to any of my messages or pick up my calls. He went completely MIA. I eventually had to beg the Alpha King to call the Castle to ascertain if he was there. But to our chagrin, he was not there.

"Why do you ask? Is he not with you?" Attus's mother asked, sounding a bit concerned. The Alpha King froze, and I had to tap him to make up something. "Hello… Are you there?" She was calling out over and over again.

"Oh no, Ma. He's perfectly fine, and with me. I just called because his phone battery must have died and he did say that he misses you." He lied weirdly.

She sounded not convinced for a bit, then most likely shrugged and ended the call.

"Are you that bad at dealing with crisis or…?" I asked, gesticulating in optimum confusion.

The Alpha King rolled his eyes at me. "I'm not used