Where is my Fucking Husband!!!!
I ran a hand through my hair, the tension twisting in my chest like a vice. "But what would they gain from this?"
The rooftop was quiet, save for the occasional gusts of wind swirling around us, carrying the night's stillness along with an eerie chill.
I held my head as questions crashed through my mind in waves. My chest was tight with the frustration of not knowing, of things that didn't add up but were staring me in the face.
Alpha stood beside me, her expression as composed as always, yet her eyes held an unspoken understanding of the turmoil I was in. After a pause, she reached out, placing a hand on my shoulder with a rare show of comfort.
"It'll be okay, Master," she said in her usual calm, matter-of-fact tone. "Don't worry."