The private jet cut through the clouds in heavy silence.
Claire sat across from Xander in the luxurious cabin, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Alex Jr., five years old and full of innocent excitement, bounced in the seat beside her, pressing his face against the window.
“Mummy, are we really going to America? Will I meet my daddy there?” he asked, his emerald-green eyes shining with curiosity.
Claire forced a gentle smile, her heart aching. “Yes, baby. You’re going to meet your daddy.”
Xander watched them from across the aisle, his expression unreadable. The cold, ruthless Alpha/CEO mask was firmly in place, but Claire could feel the storm of emotions through the mate bond — fury, longing, guilt, and a deep, desperate love. The bond had flared powerfully since their confrontation
