The Alpha's Hidden Heirs (Selene and Kane) novel 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.