Magnus kept pacing to and fro, trying to reach out to Larsen to no avail. His agitation reached a higher level, and his breath became irregular. He stood outside the room door, waiting for the return of Isha with the desperation for the Alpha to pick up his call.

He swirled his body upon hearing approaching steps.

" Isha,"

" My lord," she hastened her steps. Her mind was in urgency and joy at how much Magnus relies on her actions, feeling good about how important she is to him at this moment.

" How is it?"

" They're all gathered at your command, but Sir. Magnus..," she feels bad,...