#Chapter 115: The Language Of Flowers

Lucian’s POV Watching Dr. A’s plane leave created a strange sort of unpleasantness inside of me, though I couldn’t explain what it was or why it was happening. My wolf felt it too as he paced and snarled wordlessly in my mind. There was no reason for it. The only thing I could think was that perhaps the physical similarities between Dr. A and Aria were causing my dilemma. They looked similarly, that was true, but I had already proven to myself time and again, they were not the same person. Yet why did it feel like Aria was flying away from me at that moment, lost to me forever? When the plane was out of sight, the crowd that had gathered to bid farewell to Dr. A started to dissipate. Still, I stood unmoving beside the opened backseat door of my sedan. Ben was beside me, looking at me with barely-hidden curiosity. “Sir? Are you alright?” Realizing I was worrying my Beta, I forced my gaze away from the blue sky where the plane had disappeared within. “I’m fine,” I told