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
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