Alpha's Regret: Losing His True Mate

Before Nonna could say anything more, she noticed Dante emerging from the corridor, already changed out of his bathrobe and back into casual clothes.

Nonna had been hoping, praying, really that something would happen between him and Elodie in that intimate little pool. Some spark. Some connection. Something that was anything romantic.

But looking at the careful distance they kept from each other, the way neither of them even glanced in the other’s direction, it was painfully clear that nothing had changed.

She sighed, her disappointment settling heavy in her chest.

"I just got a call from a friend who’s here for treatment," Nonna said, patting Elodie’s hand gently. She turned to Dante, her expression sharpening. "I need to head back for a bit. You two stay and enjoy yourselves." She pointed a finger at her grandson. "And no bullying Elodie, you hear me?"

Dante’s expression remained infuriatingly neutral. "Got it."

At that exact moment, another elevator dinged open.

And Levi stepped out.

Elodie’s eyes widened slightly. She hadn’t expected to see him here, of all places.

But neither Nonna nor Dante seemed surprised. Clearly, they’d known he was coming.

When Levi spotted Elodie, one eyebrow lifted in that trademark smirk of his. Then he turned to Nonna, his whole demeanor shifting to something warm and affectionate.

"Nonna, you’re leaving already? Don’t you want to stay for lunch before you go?"