Chapter 466 One Last Chance

• Olivia
• I sat alone at our dining room table, shards of light from passing cars periodically illuminating the otherwise dark room. Nathan’s dinner plate sat untouched in front of his empty chair, the special casserole I had made for him earlier congealing into a cold mass.
• My fury mounted with each minute that ticked by. Without my husband walking through the door or even bothering to text me, I began to fear that he had gotten caught up with some Alpha association matters; a text would have been nice, at least. Was that too much to ask?