Alpha's Regret: Losing His True Mate

After Liora bounced out of the room, I didn’t go back to Dante’s room. I couldn’t. The air in there felt too heavy, too full of him.

Instead, I grabbed the thriller I’d been looking for and went to the second-floor lounge. I curled up in the window seat, the one with the floor-to-ceiling glass that looked out over the dark, sprawling gardens of the Wilson estate. It was quiet here. Safe.

I read for maybe half an hour, losing myself in a plot that didn’t involve love triangles or family betrayal.

Then the door opened softly.

"Mag, so you’re here."

I looked up. Nonna was standing there, holding a bowl of that godawful herbal medicine. Steam curled up from the dark liquid.

I put my book down and stood up to take it. "Grandma, you didn’t have to bring this up yourself. You could’ve just sent someone to get me."

"You’re sick, you shouldn’t be moving around," she said, waving me off. She sat down on the sofa opposite me, her brow furrowed. "I was going to ask Matteo to bring it up, but he’s locked in the study. Typing away like the world’s ending. It’s the weekend! I don’t know what he’s so busy with."

I stared into the bowl. Black. Bitter.

I knew exactly what he was busy with.

Earlier in the dining room, he’d been whispering to Sienna about project specs. He probably figured it was easier to just go to the study and finish it for her. Save her the trouble.

*Of course he did.*