Alpha Jacob’s POV
I rushed past the maid, ignoring her frightened expression as I sprinted down the hallway toward Grace’s room. Grayson followed close behind, his heavy footsteps echoing mine. My heart pounded harder with every step, a sinking feeling gnawing at me.
When I reached the room, I threw the door open. It was empty. Completely empty.
I searched every corner, every inch, my eyes darting around for any sign of Grace. The only thing left behind was the letter I had written to her—the letter offering her the Luna title. It had been shredded into pieces, tossed carelessly on the floor like garbage. The sight of it sent a fresh wave of guilt crashing through me. I’d pushed her too hard.
Grayson stood at the window, staring at something intently. Following his gaze, I saw it—a gap
