When I finally woke the next morning, I reached for Axel’s side of the bed, my hand landing on cold, empty sheets. An ache of disappointment twisted inside—he’d been gone for hours. Groaning, I dragged myself up, every movement heavy with longing, and shuffled to the bathroom. The shower’s spray chased away the last clinging threads of sleep, but it couldn’t wash away the hollow feeling in my chest.
Once dressed, I headed downstairs, carefully weaving through omegas who crisscrossed the kitchen, carrying trays and placing dishes on the tables. The scent of breakfast was everywhere. I stopped at the counter, rubbed my eyes, and scanned each person’s face, hoping to spot Axel among them.
I tried to mind link Axel. Closing my eyes, I concentrated, picturing his face, but each attempt was bl
