Kael’s POV
I drove like a madman.
Red lights ant nothing. Speed limits were suggestions. Every car in my way was a personal insult from the universe.
My tires screeched as I pulled into the parking garage. I didn’t bother finding a proper spot. Just stopped the car and ran.
The lobby was busy. People everywhere. They parted like water when they saw coming.
Good. At least they had survival instincts.
I hit the elevator button. Once. Twice. Three tis.
Co ON.
The doors finally opened. I shoved inside. Jabbed the button for the executive floor.
Director Black’s office. That’s where I needed to be.
Her door was open. She was at her desk. Reading sothing. Looking completely unaware that my entire world was about to change.
"Director Black."
She looked up. Her eyes widened slightly.
"Alpha Blood Crown." She rose from her chair. Composed. Professional. "I wasn’t expecting you today."
"The new assistant." I stepped into her office. "The human one. Where is she?"
Her eyebrow rose. Just slightly.
"Ms. Moon?"
Moon.
The na hit like a punch to the gut.
"Where?" The word ca out rough. Desperate. "Where is she right now?"
"If she’s not at her desk..." Director Black glanced at the clock. "She should be making her daily delivery. To your office on the top floor."
Top floor.
My office.
The office I never used. The office that was always empty.
Except for the moonlight flowers.
I was running before she finished her sentence.
"Alpha!" Director Black called after . "Is sothing wrong?"
I didn’t hear the rest.
The stairwell door burst open. The top floor stretched out before .
Empty. Silent. Just like always.
I started down the hallway. Each step felt like a mile.
My office door was at the end. Closed. Just like I’d left it.
But as I got closer...
I heard sothing.
A soft thud. Glass against wood.
Then water. The unmistakable sound of liquid spilling across a surface.
I froze.
The flowers.
Soone had knocked over my flowers.
Anger flared in my chest. Hot and sudden.
Those flowers were MINE. The only thing in that office that mattered. The only connection I had to the scent I couldn’t stop missing.
And so clumsy assistant had just...
I reached the door. Grabbed the handle.
Pushed it open with more force than necessary.
BANG.
The door slamd against the wall.
I opened my mouth. Ready to yell. Ready to demand an explanation. Ready to unleash three years of frustration on whoever had dared to touch my things.
But the words died in my throat.
A woman knelt on the floor.
Her back was to . Dark hair cascading down her shoulders. Her blouse stretched across her fra, showing the curve of her waist. The outline of her shoulders.
She was trying to clean up the spilled water. Her hands moving frantically. Her breath coming in short, panicked gasps.
And in her arms...
The moonlight flowers.
She held them against her chest like they were precious. Like they ant sothing to her too.
For a mont, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.
Then she heard .
Her whole body went rigid. Her shoulders tensed. Her hands froze mid-motion.
Slowly... so slowly... she turned her head.
Her hair fell across her face. Blocking her features. Hiding her from view.
She raised one hand. Brushed the dark strands aside.
And looked directly at .
Ti stopped.
The world stopped.
Everything stopped.
That face.
THAT FACE.
I knew that face. Had morized every line. Every curve. Every detail.
Those eyes. Wide and startled. Staring at with shock and fear and sothing else I couldn’t na.
Not black-gold like mine.
Silver-gray.
Like moonlight on still water.
Like the eyes that had haunted my dreams for three years.
She recognized too.
I saw it happen. The mont she realized who I was.
Her pupils contracted. Sharp and sudden. Her breath caught in her throat. Her whole body went rigid.
For a long, endless mont, we just stared at each other.
standing in the doorway. Her kneeling on the floor. The moonlight flowers clutched against her chest.
Three years.
Three years of searching. Three years of hoping. Three years of slowly losing my mind.
And here she was.
Right in front of .
Close enough to touch.
My mouth opened. My voice ca out rough. Broken. Barely a whisper.
A single word. A single na. The only thing that mattered.
"Aria?"
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