Alex winced as a sharp sting spread across his cheek. He pressed his palm against it, his eyes darkening with anger. But what could he do? Fighting back wasn’t an option. Gabriel was too strong. The rumors about him had never been exaggerated.
A sudden knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts.
"Alex, why haven’t you come out of your room since you returned? Is everything alright?" Vinette Morgan’s concerned voice came from the other side.
Alex tensed to hear his mother’s voice. If she found out, then he would have to answer everything. That was the last thing he ever wanted.
"Yes, Mom. Everything is fine," he replied, but the ache in his cheek said otherwise. The wound was healing slower than he expected. It would take at least another day to completely disappear.
Vinette wasn’t convinced. "Open the door once. Let me check on you," she insisted.
Alex frowned. If she saw the injury, she would ask questions that he wasn’t ready to answer. His gaze darted around the room, searching for something to cover his face.
His eyes landed on a towel, and without thinking twice, he grabbed it, draping it over his head. He made sure it covered the sides of his face before gripping its edges tightly.
Taking a deep breath, he cracked open the door. "Mom, I was just tired," he said casually. "That’s why I stayed in my room. I just woke up, and now I’m going to take a bath."
Vinette’s eyes softened with amusement as she took in his odd appearance. "What’s this? Why are you holding it like a child?" she chuckled.
Alex forced a sheepish smile, hoping she wouldn’t push further. Luckily, she let it slide. "Alright," she said, turning to leave. "Be at the dinner table on time."
As soon as she was gone, Alex let out a quiet sigh of relief, his grip on the towel loosening. He couldn’t let anyone see his weakness, not even his mother.
He placed a bandage over his cheek, thinking he would lie about getting a cut during shaving. While showering he kept thinking about the incident. Amelie being protected by an Alpha, who was almost untouchable. He ran his hand over his face as he closed the shower tap finally.
Putting on a bathrobe, he stood before the mirror and looked at himself in it. "Amelie is carrying my pup. But after I rejected her, I couldn’t feel the pup’s beats either. But will she always keep her mouth shut about it?" he murmured. "Gosh! I shouldn’t have let her go and killed her myself."
After getting ready, he replaced the bandage on his cheek with another and went downstairs.
As he had expected, his father asked about the bandage on Alex’s cheek.
"I got a cut during shaving, Mom," Alex lied and sat down on the chair. "Good evening, Dad. Sorry for making you both worry. I was in a deep slumber," he murmured.
Ethan Morgan gazed at him with a stern gaze. "Did you locate Amelie? I heard from Zander that the search has been stopped," he said with a frown.
"Dad, I think I should let her go," Alex stated, his voice firm yet measured. "She’s no longer part of the pack. Her sister is going to be my wife soon, and I don’t want my in-laws to feel unsettled because of this matter."
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