The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 249

Chapter 249: Four Seconds At The Door

Serena had rehearsed the apology six times in her head. Every version sounded like a lie. The seventh version, the one she actually said out loud, sounded worse.

"I’m sorry I didn’t say the full truth. I was looking to find help when I was pulled into the war room," Serena said immediately.

Tiberon regarded her for a long moment, and when he spoke, his voice held no warmth.

"Noted."

One word that said a thousand and absolutely gutted her.

Serena didn’t let the tears fall until he was out of the room.

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Tiberon was halfway down the corridor when he mindlinked his Gamma.

Tiberon: Sterling. Go check on Serena in Dexmon’s quarters. That’s an order.

The pause on the other end lasted two seconds. Tiberon could hear the resistance in the silence, the specific hesitation of a man who knew that walking into that room was going to cost him something he couldn’t name.

Gav: On my way.

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Gavriel Sterling stood outside the door to Dexmon’s quarters for four seconds. He counted them.

One. For the part of him that wanted to turn around.

Two. For the part that knew he wouldn’t.

Three. For the part that was already composing the version of himself he needed to be when he walked through that door. The version without the confession. The version without the kiss. The version that was a Gamma checking on his Alpha’s mate, and nothing more.

Four. For the part of him that knew, with the quiet certainty of a man who had been lying to himself for months, that version didn’t exist.

He knocked.

"Come in." Her voice was thin. Scraped clean of everything but exhaustion.

He opened the door.

Dex was on the bed, out cold. Serena was sitting in a chair beside him, her legs pulled up, her arms wrapped around her knees, her chin resting on top. She looked smaller than he’d ever seen her, which was saying something for a woman who already looked like a strong wind would carry her over a wall.

Her eyes were red. Dry, but red. The kind of red that came from a body that had wrung itself out and had nothing left to offer.

"Tiberon sent me," he said, closing the door behind him. "His words were ’go check on Serena,’ which is Tiberon for ’she’s falling apart and I can’t be the one to fix it.’"

The corner of her mouth twitched. Almost a smile. Close enough.

Gav crossed the room and dropped into the chair next to hers. He didn’t look at Dex. He couldn’t. Looking at Dex meant looking at the man who had trusted him, the man whose mate he had kissed, the man who was lying unconscious while Gav sat three feet from the woman they both loved and pretended the architecture of this arrangement was sustainable.

"How bad is it?" he asked, keeping his voice light. Casual. The voice he used when things were catastrophic and he needed everyone in the room to believe they weren’t.

"Alaric says he’s stable. Hyran says his consciousness is ’displaced.’"

"Displaced. That’s a Hyran word. Very clinical. Very unhelpful."

She huffed. The sound was exhausted and involuntary, and Gav counted it as a win.

"So your mate is off on a vacation in his own head and left you here to deal with the fallout. Typical Drakenfell behavior. The man is unconscious and still making you do all the work."

She laughed. It was small and broken and wrong, and it collapsed into a sound that was closer to a sob, and then she pressed her face into her knees and her shoulders shook.

Gav’s hand was on her back before his brain registered the movement. He rubbed a slow circle between her shoulder blades, steady and grounding, the way he had done a dozen times before in hallways and corridors and floors where she had fallen apart and he had been the one to hold the pieces.

"Hey." His voice dropped. Warm. Steady. Real. "He’s going to wake up. Dex has survived his father’s fist, my fist, Viper’s Kiss, dark magic, and your cooking. He can survive a nap."

She lifted her head. "I’ve never cooked for him."

"Exactly. He has so much to live for."

She laughed again, and this time it was real, watery and cracked but real, and the sound of it hit Gav in a place he had been trying very hard to keep locked.

Rook: You are lying.

Gav: I know.

Rook: This is the worst lie you have ever told, and you once told Dexmon you didn’t drink the last of his whiskey.

Gav: Shut up.

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