Chapter 196
+25 BONUS
Chapter 196
Sarah’s POV
“Alpha Alexander, can you hear me?” the man on the video call asked with growing impatience.“Damn it, don’t tell me the connection’s failing at this crucial moment!”
On the screen, the man waved frantically at the camera. “Hello? Hello?”
Alexander’s steel–gray eyes refocused as he pulled his attention back to the call. “I hear you.”
“Then hurry up! Let me see this lovely she–wolf I just heard!” The man’s excitement was palpable through the
screen.
Alexander’s face remained expressionless, not a muscle twitching.
“Come on, Alpha Alexander, don’t be so stingy,” the man pressed. “You finally got yourself a fiancée–aren’t you going to introduce her?”
“Just one quick look. Satisfy my curiosity! I’m not here to steal her–no need to be so possessive.”
Alexander’s lips barely moved as he replied, voice like ice, “She’s not my fiancée.”
“What?” The man blinked, clearly stunned. “If she’s not your mate, then what is she? A mistress?”
Alexander’s gaze flicked toward me, colder than ever.“No mistress. No fiancée.”
He paused, then added with a cruel smirk, “Just the cleaning lady. Want to see her?”
I stiffened, mouth falling open in shock, staring daggers at Alexander.
*Cleaning lady? CLEANING LADY? You’re the damn cleaning lady! Your whole family can be cleaning ladies!*
The caller seemed speechless for a moment before stuttering, “Y–you’re joking, right? That doesn’t sound… quite right.”
“Believe what you want,” Alexander replied in that same icy tone, as if nothing and no one mattered to him. “If you’re not interested in discussing business, I’m ending the call.”
“No, no, no!” The caller quickly protested. “We haven’t finished! Don’t hang up, let’s continue.”
They switched to business matters, speaking rapid German that flowed between them with practiced ease.
I couldn’t understand a word they were saying.
I turned my attention to my phone instead, browsing through a medical forum. As a healer, I needed to stay updated on the latest treatments and techniques.
The conversation between Alexander and his business associate faded into background noise as I focused on an interesting article about trauma recovery.
Eventually, my stomach growled, reminding me I hadn’t eaten in hours.
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Chapter 196
+25 BONUS
I looked up from my phone to discover the suite’s living room was empty–Alexander had disappeared.
When did he leave? I hadn’t even noticed.
I glanced at the wall clock–nearly midnight. He was probably sleeping by now.
Probably sleeping….
I needed rest too.
I hurried to the bathroom to freshen up, changed into a comfortable nightgown, and then padded barefoot to his bedroom door.
Turning the knob as quietly as possible, I slipped inside.
I knew I shouldn’t be here. This wasn’t my room, and Alexander had made it abundantly clear he didn’t want me
around.
But I couldn’t help myself. After everything that had happened today–the attack on deck, Alexander’s rescue, our argument–I needed to see him.
Just for a moment. Maybe then I could make sense of the conflicting emotions churning inside me.
The room was lit only by a single night lamp.
All around was silence except for the distant sound of ocean waves. Alexander lay with his back to me, seemingly asleep, his body completely still.
Even just seeing the back of his head and his shoulders, I found him breathtakingly handsome. Alexander was always Alexander–perfect from any angle.
I perched on the edge of the bed, eyes fixed on him.
Even in sleep, his presence dominated the room. His powerful frame seemed to dwarf the king–sized bed, broad shoulders and a sculpted back rising and falling with each breath–an embodiment of Alpha strength, even in stillness.
Dark strands of hair fell messily across the pillow, and for a fleeting moment, I ached to reach out, to thread my fingers through the softness I remembered so well.
But my hand froze mid–air.
What was the point?
He didn’t remember. Not me, not us. Not the way he used to pull me close in his sleep, or the way his eyes would soften when they met mine..
All of it–every touch, every whispered promise–had vanished from his mind as if it had never existed.
A dull ache spread in my chest, heavy and familiar. I swallowed it down and forced a breath past the knot in my
throat.
Quietly, I began to stand, careful not to stir the sheets or the silence.
