Chapter 90
Chapter 90
FAYE
When Mrs. Adams finally left the room, her footsteps fading down the hall, Irene turned toward me with a small smile. “I’ll be back later,” she said softly, almost as if she didn’t want to intrude further. And just like that, she slipped out too, leaving me alone with Alexander.
The silence that followed pressed heavily on me.
I became suddenly aware of myself–my body, my clothes, or rather, my lack of them. Heat flushed my face as I looked down and realized again what I was wearing. The fabric of the shirt I had on was too big, the sleeves almost swallowing my arms, the hem brushing my thighs. I didn’t even have to guess whose it was. Alexander’s.
The problem wasn’t just that it was his shirt–it was that I could feel there was nothing beneath it. No underclothes, nothing between the fabric and my skin. My stomach twisted at the thought. And to make matters worse, I was lying in his bed while he stood a few feet away, his eyes watching me like a hawk.
I swallowed hard, resisting the urge to pull the covers tighter around myself. No. I couldn’t let my mind spiral into this right now. There were bigger things to think about. Focus, Faye.
I cleared my throat awkwardly, forcing myself to meet his gaze even though it made me feel some type of way. “Why… why does Mrs. Adams think your mother would have answers?”
My voice sounded small, cautious, but at least I managed to ask.
Alexander didn’t look surprised at the question. In fact, he moved almost too casually, walking over to the chair near the bed and sitting down. He leaned back, arms resting on the armrest as if he were preparing to tell a story he’d told before. But I knew better than to expect any simple response.
“My mother,” he began, his tone calm and measured, “was born into a rare bloodline. The bloodline of the first alpha. So she has the gift.”
I blinked. “The first alpha?” I’d heard something like that once, but I knew nothing about it.
He nodded, his gaze steady, almost challenging me to follow along. “But it’s not just blood. She studied the supernatural for decades. Herbs, spells, curses, bonds, rituals—you name it. She was… gifted, people say. Almost nothing in the supernatural world passed by her unnoticed. If anyone has answers to what’s happening to you, it’s her.”
I found myself nodding, even though the weight of his words pressed into me. The first
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