Chapter Ninety-Two

Kingsley's pov

After he exited Alix's room that night, he walked to the kitchen instead of returning to his room because he wanted to speak to his brother and he could not risk walking his mate up.

He called Reagan, who picked it up after it rang for a while.

"What?" He said, No greetings or anything. He has been cranky these days since he left for the business meeting that he could have come home from if he wanted, but because he did not need to be around Alix, he started using it as an excuse to run away from his problems.

Kingsley pretended to be panicking. "Reagan, it's Alix, she... Oh my goodness."

"What is wrong with her?" he asked immediately.

"She, she... Oh, my Reagan, Reagan."

He cursed from the phone, "Out with it. Is she harmed?"

"No, but she is in a bad state because of... I can't bring myself to say it out loud.'

"For f*ck sake, Kingsley, what is wrong with Alix? Do I need to call my father so he can be a man and tell me what the hell is wro