A Warrior's Second Chance (Faye and Alexander) novel Chapter 6

Breakfast had gone by in near silence. Everyone seemed to be walking on eggshells, careful not to stir the air wrong…not because of the food, but because of me and my emotions of course.

I ate what I could manage, barely tasting any of it, and left the table as soon as it was acceptable.

As I made my way back to my room, I noticed someone standing just outside my door, back turned to me. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in black.

I didn’t need to ask who it was. I only needed to know what he was doing there.

“What are you doing in my room?” I asked flatly, not bothering to mask my irritation.

Alexander turned slowly, those cold grey eyes meeting mine without a flicker of emotion. “Is that how you were raised to greet your mate first thing in the morning?” he asked coolly. “No ‘good morning’? No courtesy?”

I crossed my arms. “Good morning,” I said carelessly. “Now, what are you doing in my room?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, his gaze sharpened. “Check your tone when you speak to me.”

I blinked at him, unimpressed. Is he being serious right now? “I walked into my room and found you standing here like some abandoned ghost, so forgive me if I don’t feel the need to curtsy.”

His jaw twitched, just slightly, enough to tell me I’d hit a nerve, but otherwise, he didn’t react. He simply brushed past my question as if it had been a fly in the air.

“I came to inform you,” he said, voice clipped, “that I’m leaving.”

I raised a brow. So he expected me to just run and grab my bags to follow him? He’d be shocked to know I hadn’t even started anything yet. And I didn’t really care.

“That’s too bad. Because as you can see, I’m barely figuring out what to pack and what not to. So, no, I’m not ready yet, you have to wait,” I said.

“Firstly, you won’t need to pack anything,” he replied calmly. “Arrangements have already been made. Anything you need will be provided for you.”

If someone else had said that, maybe it would’ve sounded thoughtful…romantic, even.

But coming from this man? It made me feel like a stray dog someone had taken pity on.

My irritation surged. “How generous,” I said. “Anything else, Your Highness?”

“Yes,” he said. “Secondly, you’re not coming with me.”

I blinked. “What?” Did I hear him right?

“There’s something I need to attend to,” he explained. “Someone will be here tomorrow morning to collect you.”

I narrowed my eyes. “We were supposed to leave together. Can’t you just go handle whatever and I’ll…”

He smirked. “Careful. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you couldn’t wait to follow me. Getting a little carried away already, are we?”

The audacity of this man could drive me insane. But I wasn’t going to go easy on him either.

I mirrored his smirk. “Funny. You’re the one who changed your mind on a spot immediately you saw me, remember? So quick to accept me in place of Sage. That felt a little too desperate… Alpha Alexander.”

The twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed the hit. A crack in his perfect mask.

But instead of responding, he simply turned toward the door. “See you tomorrow,” he said smoothly, and walked out.

I stared after him, a hint of satisfaction warming my chest.

Annoying him might just be the only enjoyable part of this arrangement.

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ALEXANDER

The door clicked shut behind me, and I slid into the back seat of the car. Roland nodded from the driver’s seat and pulled off as I settled back, trying to shake off the tension that clung to me like smoke.

But it lingered.

Faye.

Even now, with miles starting to stretch between us, she was still in my head. Not for good reasons…no, not at all. She had a way of digging under my skin…deliberate, sharp, like she enjoyed provoking me.

The way she looked at me, the way she spoke to me. Like she wasn’t impressed. Like nothing about me was worth her respect.

She did it on purpose, I was sure of it.

And still, beneath all my irritation, my wolf, Aiden, stirred… entertained.

“She disrespects you to your face,” I muttered to myself.

“And you enjoy the challenge,” Aiden said.

“I do not,” I said.

I realized I was scowling at the tinted glass as my own voice echoed in the quiet car.

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