Alpha's Regret: Losing His True Mate

The line had been quiet for so long that Levi pulled the phone away to check if the call had dropped.

"Harry? You there, man?"

Harry’s voice came back, but it sounded like it was dragged through gravel. "Yeah. I’m here."

"You good? You sound like you’ve seen a ghost."

Harry didn’t answer immediately. He was staring at his phone screen, at the text he’d typed out and deleted three times.

"Harry?"

"I’m fine," Harry lied, his jaw tight. "Just tired. Look, I gotta go."

"Wait, are you still coming back Tuesday? I can pick you up, we can go see Sienna like we planned—"

"Yeah. Tuesday. Let’s leave it at that."

He hung up before Levi could say another word, tossing the phone onto the passenger seat. He stared out at the Italian countryside, but all he could see were wide, terrified eyes and a woman who moved like a soldier.

The Next Day.

Elodie didn’t wake up. She just opened her eyes.