ALEXANDER
For a moment after Faye left, I didn’t move.
The sound of her chair scraping against the floor lingered faintly.
I let out a slow breath, my fingers resting against the table as I stared at nothing in particular.
None of this made sense to me.
Faye’s dream alone would have been enough to pay attention to.
But this?
This was something else.
I lifted my head slowly and looked at Roman.
“Roman.”
He looked up immediately. “Alpha.”
I held his gaze, letting the weight of it sit there for a second before I spoke again.
“What exactly is going on?” I asked. “Are you sure about all you’ve just said?”
I paused.
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“Because if this is some kind of misunderstanding…” I added, my tone tightening just slightly, “or you’re repeating something you think you heard–say it now.”
Roman’s jaw tightened immediately.
“I’m not making it up, Alpha Alexander. I swear,” he said, a little too quickly. There was a slight edge to his voice now, like he felt the need to defend himself before I even pushed further. “I wouldn’t lie about something like that.”
I didn’t respond.
I just watched him.
Roman swallowed, his fingers curling slightly against the napkin before he forced himself to still.
“I heard it,” he said again, slower this time, more deliberate. “And I saw it.”
My eyes narrowed slightly.
“That doesn’t even make sense at all,” I said, raising my voice.
Roman exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head like he was already expecting that.
“I know,” he replied. “I don’t know how it happened either. But I saw it. Please believe me.” His gaze lifted
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back to mine, steady despite everything.
I leaned forward slightly, resting my forearms on the table.
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“You’re telling me,” I said slowly, my tone measured, “that you had the same dream as Faye at the same time, heard the same voice, and somehow understood parts of a language you’ve never heard before.”
Roman didn’t flinch.
“Yes.”
I held his gaze for a second longer.
It still didn’t make sense.
Not in any way that I liked.
But it wasn’t a lie.
Roman wasn’t reckless with his words. Not like this. Not in front of me.
And definitely not about something this serious.
“Alright,” I said finally.
Roman blinked slightly, like he hadn’t expected that response so quickly.
“It’s okay,” I added, my tone firm, cutting off whatever he might have been about to say next.
pushed my chair back, the legs scraping lightly against the floor as I stood.
should go check on her,” I said.
was already halfway down the corridor when I realized she wasn’t in our chambers.
sn’t something I thought about at first. My steps had been automatic–muscle memory, instinct, routine. When Faye walked out like that, there were only a few places she ever went without thinking, and
our room was the first.
But then-
I stopped.

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