Shyla’s P.O.V.

“Why is my cell phone not working?”

I refreshed my mails and messages repeatedly, but there wasn’t any new message, driving me nuts.

For the entire night, I waited for Maddox’s message, his dead silence after the threat of attack escalated my panic. More precisely, I was missing him badly, and that egoistic Alpha wasn’t calling or texting me.

What was he even planning?

Pacing back and forth, I balled my fists as my wild imaginations painted sinister pictures in my head. The holiday Island was a piece of art, a miracle of nature if we really tried to define its beauty in words.

Now thinking calmly, I...