EP 59.

REYNOLDS' POV.

Collapsing into the chair, a glass clutched in my hand, my gaze shot up to the ceiling. I downed more of the contents, feeling my belly churn and my entire body ache.

Thoughts raced through my mind, and I remained glued to the seat, drowning in a whirlpool of emotions.

Three agonising days had passed, three entire days, and Adora remained elusive.

Hour after hour, news reached me, each time echoing the same heartbreaking message; she had not been found.

The weight of helplessness and weakness bore down on me.

As an alpha, strong and wealthy, I had provided help to countless others, yet I couldn't find my own child.

My predicament mocked the very essence of my existence.

I downed the remaining contents in the glass as the door slowly creaked open. It was Ava.

At first, she peeked her head behind the door, then pushed it further open. I swallowed hard, locking eyes with her.

She irked me and fueled my anger. I was done with her, had nothing more to say, and wanted