Another Chance for the Luna Queen by Aurora Starling

Chapter 0263

Chapter 0263

Ella POV

I woke the next morning to find I was still alone in the apartment. Fear gripped my heart as I rushed out of the bedroom, hoping to find Alexander on the couch. But it was empty too.

A note lay on the coffee table, one that hadn't been there the night before.

I picked it up, my hands trembling, and immediately recognized Alexander's neat handwriting.

Relief washed over me as I let out a breath I hadn't realized was holding. I took a moment to steady myself before reading the note:

I got home late and didn't want to disturb you. I'm going to get my workday started, but if you're free for lunch, we can talk then.

Alexander

I sank onto the couch, running a hand over my face in frustration, trying to shake off the fog of sleep that still clung to me.

This was too much.

With everything happening-the danger surrounding us, the secrets, the threats-it was unbearable not knowing where Alexander was or what he was doing

He could be hurt. Or worse. And I wouldn't even know where to start looking for him.

I direct them to search? Did August know where

so important that he had to be so secretive,

He was obviously meeting with someone

e were

private life. Everyone deserves some level of

at stake. The fate of the entire kingdom rested on his shoulders, and his reckless disappearances

We needed to talk.

glanced at the

could I possibly say to get my point across without pushing

I muttered aloud, practicing the words that might come out when I saw him. There are things about me

point, I've asked you to trust me

anymore.

There was no way I could explain the original timeline and my second

option did

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on the sources of information Alexander didn't know about? I'd done it before, but would he demand more specifics than I was

went into the bathroom. I needed to get ready for the

was psychic-that's how I knew

then stepped into the shower, hoping the water might wash away some of my confusion. Afterward, I dressed and went downstairs, trying to

tucked into his jacket pocket. I smiled at the sight of him. He always seemed so patient, so quiet as he stood guard, though I knew it must get boring for him waiting around for me. Yet, he never