#Chapter 42: A wall went up between us

Fiona Alexander was in the shower when I woke in the morning. I stretched out under our silk sheets, feeling relaxed in my body. Finally, some of my strength and energy was coming back. But my mind was not as calm. I thought about what I would do with my renewed energy today, frowning when I considered I had no plans to look forward to. No plans today, or tomorrow, or the day after that… For years, my life had been a busy schedule of work and pack business. But I had quit my job. Left the Red Moon Pack. Left all my stake in the family business to my father. I had signed all my rights over to him in an act of protest, one I did not regret but still wished had not been necessary. High-pressure environments were where I truly thrived. This idleness in the palace was becoming painful. Alexander emerged from the bathroom in a towel, looking steamy and perfect as always. “Morning,” he said, standing in the doorway and running a second towel through his hair and beard. His eyes w