“I did,” he chips in, sounding a little closer. “You’re a very good teacher.”
Oh, wow. Now I’m flushing.
“Thank you, Sylvan.” My smile stretches when there’s a soft groan from someone. “But I’d also like to hear what Val thinks, he’s watched me twice now, ask him which he preferred—”
“The first.” His voice is immediately there. “Only because you were closer.”
Goddamn,these alphas are sweet.
“Sweet?” Val huffs out, but I somehow know he’s smiling.
“Anddd that’s my cue for bed before I say something Ireallydon’t want you to hear.”
“Mami, espera, espera… no, escucha—”
“I think that’s a good idea forallof us,” Kaiden says, cutting off Luc with a stern tone that makes my belly swoop. “Good night, Revea. We’ll speak soon.”
“Goodnight…” I nibble my lip, thinking. “Alphas,” I whisper, softly, sweetly, lingering on the ‘s’.
The collective rumbles, groans, and muttered “Joder” keep my smile in place long after I end the call.
***
We’ve continued messaging and speaking every day. Even on my flight home, back in first class, after telling Sylvan I didn’t need it, only to get the response,“It’s done,” I’m typing out one last message.
Me: On the plane, about to take off. Going to try and catch up on some emails and sleep, I’ll text you when I’m about to land.
I read it over, pausing over the send button.
Can’t wait to see you guys. X
Send.
Okay, phone away, or else I’ll spend the entire flight messaging back and forth.
Once we’re in the air and the seatbelt sign goes off, I pull my laptop from my bag.
I bite into my bagel as it loads, going straight to my emails. A golden rule I’ve stuck to is never putting work emails on my phone. I try to keep my personal life and business separate, when possible... but I guess that doesn’t always work out.
Being so busy with the convention, exhausted every night, I haven’t checked my emails in around three days, and already there are over fifty. Great.
I crack my neck and sink into the soft throws decorating my pod, scrolling through the subject lines…
Wait.
What’s that?
I sit up slowly and click the email.
My stomach drops.
Luciano
Revea: I’m going to take some time away. Need some space. Sorry.
I’ve done tours in the world’s most dangerous countries, seen friends being shot, watched my pack alpha in a coma with third-degree burns to eighty per cent of his back, but nothing could ever prepare me for the way I feel right now.
She sent that message an hour ago, the longest hour of my life.
