Chapter 10
The rain finally ceased at five in the evening.
Reed opened his car door, satiated, gesturing for Scarlett to leave as she adjusted her clothes. She pouted, leaning in for one last kiss.
Glancing at the clock on the dashboard, Reed turned away. “Enough.”
“But Alpha. I just wanted-”
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red cut her off, his voice carrying the natural authority of an Alpha. “From the start, I told you this was a two–month game. Time’s up. Your part is done.”
Seeing his cold demeanor, Scarlett reluctantly exited the car. Reed opened his window and accelerated away, the scent of their encounter dispersing in the wind. He smiled, watching the navigation count down the distance to his destination.
At the Silver Moon Manor, he bypassed the main hall and headed upstairs. After their afternoon
tryst, he needed to make himself presentable.
Before showering, he called his pack brothers. Their laughter crackled through the line.
“Don’t worry, Alpha. Winter agreed to come this morning. We’re heading to pick her up now.”
“Better practice your performance – this won’t be easy.”
“You’ve kept up the act for two months without a slip. Winter’s completely devoted to you. She won’t suspect a thing.”
Reed ended the call with a chuckle, tossing his phone onto the sofa.
Thirty minutes later, as he dried his hair, his phone was buzzing incessantly. His heart raced when he saw twenty missed calls.
Suppressing his unease, he answered. “Why all the calls? What’s wrong?”
“Alpha, we’ve been knocking for ages. Winter’s not answering. Her phone’s off. What should we do?”
Unreachable?
Reed’s brow furrowed, his good mood evaporating. “She might be sleeping. Use my spare key from
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the housekeeper. Check on her quietly don’t startle her.”
While dressing in fresh clothes, Reed mentally reviewed the evening’s planned script. The manager of Silver Moon Manor greeted him eagerly downstairs.
“Alpha
Sullivan, is the setup to your satisfaction? We can adjust anything immediately.”
Reed nodded approvingly. “Perfect recreation of the proposal scene. Your attention to detail is impressive.”
The manager beamed. “Thank you, but credit goes to your mate–to–be. She visited recently to help place everything exactly right.”
ate–to–be?
Reed’s expression froze. “You contacted her? This was meant to be a surprise. What were you
thinking?”
“I–I couldn’t reach you,” the manager stammered. “I didn’t know it was secret. Since you’re engaged. I thought-”
A month of planning, ruined. Reed’s anger rose, but his phone rang again.
“Alpha, Winter’s gone! The den is empty!”
Reed’s mind reeled. “Find her!”
“We can’t! Everything’s gone! Security footage shows her leaving at noon with suitcases. We don’t know where-”
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