The Alpha's Hidden Heirs (Selene and Kane)

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Chapter 165

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Grayson stood in the doorway, staring at me with wide, stunned eyes, as though he'd just seen a ghost.

"It's been a while. Where have you been? I've been looking for you," he said, his voice quiet but full of

urgency.

I froze, completely taken aback. "You... you've been looking for me?"

To make sure I wasn't imagining things, I pinched my arm.

The sharp sting made me hiss, and I realized this wasn't a dream-Grayson was actually standing in front of me.

Emotion surged through me, and I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. For weeks, I had searched for him, desperate for his help. And now, just when I was starting to lose hope, he had appeared. A wave of relief and renewed hope washed over me, and I couldn't help but smile.

As I stood there, overwhelmed, Grayson began to walk toward me. But his drunken, unsteady steps caused him to stumble into a chair, banging his leg against it.

I immediately dropped my apron and rushed to his side. "Grayson, are you okay?"

I asked, reaching out to steady him by the arm.

As I got closer, I noticed the smell of alcohol on him. His hair was a mess, his

eyes bloodshot, and his movements sluggish.

"Grayson, please sit down," I said, pulling out a chair for him.

Thankfully, he complied, sinking into the seat with a groan. "What happened to

you? Why are you drunk?" I asked, my concern growing.

He didn't respond immediately, only rubbing his forehead and shutting his eyes as though trying to

block out the world.

"Are you okay?" I asked again, softer this time.

Grayson looked at me, his gaze blurry and unfocused. After a long pause, he murmured, "Selene?"

"Yes, Grayson, it's me," I replied, taking a seat in the chair beside him.

"How come you're here?" he asked, his voice low and tired.

"I work at this coffee shop," I explained.

He let out a heavy sigh and leaned back in his chair. His eyes seemed clouded,

as though he hadn't had proper rest in days.

"I'm... a little drunk. Don't mind me," he muttered, clearly embarrassed.

"It's okay, Grayson," I reassured him gently.

He dropped his head onto the table, his whole body seeming to sag as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

I couldn't help but wonder what had brought him to this state. What could have possibly upset a man

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like Grayson Vale, a renowned healer, to the point where he felt the need to drown himself in alcohol?

And what did he mean when he said he'd been looking for me?

"Were you really looking for me? Is there something I can do to help you?" I asked quietly.

He didn't respond, his head still resting on the table. His silence made me think he had fallen asleep, so I didn't press him further.

That's when I noticed it-a red mark on the back of his neck.

Frowning, I leaned in slightly, trying to get a better look. The mark was small and dagger-shaped, unlike anything I'd ever seen before. My curiosity grew, and I leaned in closer, completely focused on the strange symbol.

I didn't even realize he had moved until he turned his head toward me.

I gasped as his face suddenly came inches from mine, his hazy, drunken eyes locking onto mine.

"What are you looking at?" he asked, his voice low and tinged with curiosity.

I swallowed hard, trying to calm my racing heart. "T—That mark on your neck," I

stammered, cursing myself for tripping over my words.

To my surprise, he didn't seem offended. Instead, he gave me an answer.

"Only a healer can have this mark on their body," he said simply.

1 blinked, taken aback. A mark that only healers had? What did it mean? Why had

I never heard of this before?

Before I could ask more, his head tilted forward, his exhaustion overtaking him again. But his words stayed with me, lingering in my mind like the mystery they hinted at.