••• Arabella’s POV •••

I paced around in the bedroom, feeling uncomfortable.

It had been three days since I had lost contact with Max, and I had had a hard time sleeping and eating.

As for the past three days, I picked up my phone and dialed a number.

“Hello, Luna Arabella,” the person greeted me the moment our call was connected.

“Alpha Daniel, has there been any progress?” I asked him anxiously.

“Unfortunately, no, Luna.” I could hear him heave out an exhausted sigh. “The situation is still the same.”

My heart fell when I listened to his words.

“Alright, then. Please let me know if there is any...