Chapter 62

**Chapter 62**

**Nathan’s POV**

A sudden, jarring knock reverberated through my office door, pulling my attention from the scattered papers before me.

I glanced at the door, my mind racing. “Come in,” I called out, my voice steady despite the rising tension in my chest.

Collins entered, his phone glued to his ear, a mix of disbelief and urgency painted across his features.

“Alpha Nathan,” he said, his voice strained as if he were struggling to comprehend the reality before him, “Luna Aria is downstairs.”

My custom thousand-dollar fountain pen, a prized possession, punctured the paper with an almost violent force.