Jaxen POV
They had torn the place apart downstairs for the third time, drawers slamming and footsteps echoing up the grand staircase like a damn search party. I stood in the master bedroom, yanking open another drawer, the wood scraping loudly in the too-quiet space. Faintly, his frustrated voice drifted up: “Alpha specifically said to get rid of the missus’s things. Are you sure none of you saw his wolf-tooth crystal bracelet? Didn’t grab it by mistake?”
The staff answered in a chaotic jumble of denials, voices laced with that defensive edge of people who knew they were being accused of nothing. The butler let out a heavy sigh that carried all the way up—like I’d lost the crown jewels instead of a stupid piece of jewelry.
I paused, fingers still buried in a mess of cufflinks and old w
