Ethan’s POVIt had been a week since the attack on Marcus, and I still have not found a way to tell Noah that I deeply regret putting him under room arrest. His welfare office claimed he was bipolar, and I just thought it would be safer if he did everything in his room. Elara and my mom had laughed when they heard the news, and they occasionally took turns spitting nonsense at his doorstep every morning. This wasn’t my ideal way of saving him, but after seeing him at the hospital with a tranquilizer dart being shot in his ass, I couldn’t change my plans. I had to keep him safe and in check. If I was the one who triggered it, then it was my responsibility to keep him from harm’s way. The walls of my study, which held all my calculated strategies, now felt like a cell built just for me. A disguise to keep my mind off personal things and make me the cold Alpha they needed. Papers lay scattered on the desk, trade tariffs and security reports all lined up in stacks with the decree f
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