Rhett
The sterile white walls of Dr. Maxwell's office had become as familiar as my own bedroom over the past few months.
I sat on the examination table, the paper crinkling beneath me as Dr. Maxwell moved his stethoscope across my chest, listening to the rhythm that had been growing increasingly irregular.
My mind wandered as he conducted his routine checks, thoughts spiralling in directions I couldn't quite control.
I couldn't stop thinking about Charis turning up after all this time, alive and beautiful and completely transformed from the boy I'd thought I'd known.
The shock of seeing her standing in our dorm room doorway had nearly brought me to my knees.
But what was more surprising, after I'd done some digging through academy records, was discovering she was returning as the ward of the mysterious investor Isolde Knox—while still using her father's status as an Alpha's daughter.
The more I thought about it, the more it didn't make sense.
