Chapter 301Â
ALEXANDERÂ
I was standing in the living room when the gate closed behind Cole and Anna.Â
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The sound echoed faintly through the house, followed by silence… the kind that settles after guests leave and the house exhales.Â
I remained where I was, hands clasped loosely behind my back, staring at nothing in particular while replaying the evening in my head.Â
Dinner had been controlled.Â
That was the word for it.Â
Controlled.Â
I wasn’t sure why Faye thought it was a good idea to invite him to the table when we had a guestÂ
from another pack. Cole’s mate.Â
I had expected tension. I had prepared for discomfort. I had braced myself for the possibility that I might need to intervene–not because of Anna or Cole, but because of the boy.Â
Roman.Â
I still wasn’t used to the name.Â
Footsteps approached from the corridor, light and familiar.Â
I turned just as Faye stepped into the living room.Â
She looked… pleased.Â
Her lips curved into a sweet smile as soon as her eyes found mine. It was disarming–deliberate or not, I couldn’t tell. She walked toward me slowly, her posture relaxed, shoulders lowered.Â
I felt my guard drop before I could stop it.Â
I found myself smiling back slightly, though I had no idea what had put her in that mood.Â
She stopped in front of me, close enough that I could see the faint gleam in her eyes.Â
Then she wrapped her arms around me.Â
It caught me off guard.Â
Faye was affectionate, yes… but this felt intentional in a different way.Â
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“Thank you,” she murmured against my chest.Â
“For what?” I asked, resting my hands lightly on her waist.Â
“For being polite during dinner.”Â
I huffed a small breath that almost turned into a laugh.Â
She pulled back just enough to look at me.Â
I tilted my head slightly. “Did you think I was going to ask the boy-”Â
“Roman,” she corrected gently.Â
I paused.Â
Roman.Â
The name lingered differently now.Â
“Roman,” I repeated.Â
I studied her expression carefully before continuing.Â
“DidÂ
you think I was going to ask Roman to leave the table?”Â
Her eyes didn’t waver.Â
I’shook my head slightly. “Human or not, I wouldn’t do that to anyone. And you know that.”Â
Her features softened.Â
“I know,” she said quietly.Â
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And she did. That was the frustrating part. She knew my principles. She knew I wouldn’t humiliate someone in my home… not even if I questioned their presence there.Â
But that didn’t mean I approved.Â
It didn’t mean I wasn’t watching.Â
I exhaled slowly and stepped back slightly, though my hands remained loosely at her waist.Â
“Faye, tomorrow is the last day,” I said evenly.Â
Her expression shifted just a fraction.Â
“The last day you have to prove to me that the boy-”Â
I stopped myself.Â
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Roman.Â
“That Roman,” I corrected, “does not need to be taken elsewhere.”Â
The air between us changed.Â
Subtly. But unmistakably.Â
She held my gaze for a moment longer before speaking.Â
“I’d like to appeal,” she said calmly.Â
I almost smiled.Â
There it was.Â
“I need more time than that.”Â
I saw that coming from the moment she insisted he join dinner.Â
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From the moment she looked at me across the table with that quiet determination in her eyes.Â
She was building something.Â
I had simply been waiting for her to say it out loud.Â
“No,” I said immediately.Â
Her brows drew together slightly. “No?”Â
“No,” I repeated, firmer this time. “You’ve had time.”Â
“Not enough,” she said.Â
I shook my head. “That wasn’t the agreement.”Â
Her jaw tightened.Â
“I know,” she said. “At least hear me out.”Â
The frustration in her voice caught me sharper than I expected.Â
Because to her, this wasn’t just pack business.Â
It was personal.Â
To me, it was both.Â
“Listen. I’m not shutting you down,” I said, my tone rising despite myself. “I’m holding you to whatÂ
we agreed.”Â
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“And I’m asking for reconsideration,” she said.Â
“And I’m saying no.”Â
My voice came out louder than intended.Â
The word echoed slightly in the open space.Â
Faye took a small step back.Â
It was subtle, but I saw it.Â
The distance.Â
And then I noticed Martha.Â
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She had been walking down the corridor, perhaps to clear something, perhaps to speak… but she froze several steps away the moment my voice rose.Â
The realization hit me instantly.Â
I had raised my voice at Faye.Â
In front of the staff.Â
Heat crept up my neck.Â
Faye looked at me… not hurt exactly, but stunned.Â
“Wow,” she said softly.Â
Not loud.Â
Just one word.Â
Then she turned and walked away.Â
The sound of her footsteps faded down the hall.Â
Martha remained frozen where she stood, eyes carefully lowered, clearly unsure whether to retreatÂ
or continue forward.Â
I exhaled sharply and ran a hand over my face as I walked past Martha.Â
I didn’t look back.Â
I climbed the stairs without slowing.Â
I wasn’t going to go after Faye this time.Â
It would be useless.Â
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Faye was stubborn.Â
When she decided something, she held onto it with both hands.Â
If I went after her now, it would only turn into another argument.Â
And I could not bend on this.Â
I reached our chambers and stepped out onto the balcony.Â
The night stretched out before me, quiet. I rested my hands against the railing.Â
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Time was not something I handed out recklessly… not when it involved the safety of the pack.Â
I didn’t know how long I stood there.Â
Minutes blurred.Â
Part of me expected the door behind me to open.Â
Expected Faye’s footsteps.Â
Expected her to come stand beside me the way she always did after we argued.Â
But she didn’t.Â
The door remained closed.Â
The chambers remained quiet.Â
A strange tension tightened in myÂ
I hated this.Â
chest.Â
I hated when the house felt divided.Â
I hated knowing she was somewhere inside, angry with me.Â
I hated that a part of me wanted to walk back downstairs and take back the volume of my voice.Â
But I couldn’t take back the decision.Â
Tomorrow was the deadline.Â
That had been clear.Â
And if I extended it once, I would extend it again.Â
And again.Â
Until the situation was no longer controlled.Â
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I straightened.Â
This wasn’t about pride… it was about responsibility.Â
I had to do what was necessary.Â
Even if she didn’t understand it yet.Â
Even if she resented me for it.Â
Still…Â
The longer she didn’t come upstairs, the harder it became to ignore the urge to go find her.Â
I could picture her out there.Â
I pushed away from the railing.Â
No.Â
I wasn’t going to chase her through the house.Â
But I also wasn’t going to let this fester overnight.Â
I stepped back into the room.Â
The silence inside felt heavier than before.Â
I glanced at the door once more, half–expecting it to open.Â
It didn’t.Â
I exhaled slowly.Â
Then I reached into my pocket and took out my phone.Â
Before I could dial her number, the door opened.Â