Chapter 84

Christina's POV I hadn't slept well. Cold sheets. No rest. Just me and my racing thoughts spinning in endless circles. By morning light, I spotted Hudson's shoes by the door - evidence he'd crept in during the dead of night and vanished again before dawn. "Typical," I muttered, running my finger along the polished leather of his expensive loafers. "The mighty Alpha of Sabreridge pack, too busy to even say hello." Akira stirred inside me. "Maybe he had an emergency." "Or maybe he's avoiding our rehearsals," I countered, feeling a stab of irritation. When we'd signed our contract marriage, Hudson had made it sound so urgent - crucial for the upcoming Alpha King elections, necessary because of his grandfather's failing health. Yet here I was, still hadn't met a single member of his family formally, no public appearances together, no clear timeline for our "relationship" to progress. "He could at least text," I grumbled, grabbing my coffee mug with more force than necessary. I buried mysel