The Alpha's Hidden Heirs (Selene and Kane) novel Chapter 290

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“Alright,” Selene murmured softly in response. 

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As soon as he ended the call, a grin spread across her face. It was sweet of him to check in, just to see what she was up to. 

They hadn’t seen each other for the past few days since he had to return to his pack. His Alpha had summoned him for an important discussion, leaving him with no choice but to go back. 

“He’s finally back. That’s nice,” she muttered to herself while stepping out of the changing room. 

Pushing aside her thoughts, she refocused on her tasks for the rest of her shift. 

By the time the shop was ready to close, her coworkers bid her farewell one by one before heading off. 

As usual, it was Selene’s responsibility to lock up for the night. With a final glance inside, she secured the door and stepped outside. 

The moment she did, she realized how overcast the sky had become. She hadn’t noticed while she was inside, but thick clouds now loomed above, obscuring even a hint of the moon. 

Lifting her head, she caught a flicker of lightning slicing through the sky, followed by the distant 

rumble of thunder a few seconds later. 

Reaching into her bag, she pulled out her phone and checked the time. Grayson should be arriving any 

minute now. 

“Should I call him?” she wondered briefly before dialing his number. 

When he picked up, his voice reassured her–he was already on his way. 

After hanging up, she slipped the phone back into her bag. 

A cool droplet landed on her skin, then another. Tilting her face toward the sky, she welcomed the gentle drizzle as it gradually began to fall. 

The scent of fresh rain filled the air, and a small, content smile played on her lips. She closed her eyes for a second, savoring the moment. 

As she moved slightly, the rain intensified, drenching her clothes. 

Just then, a car pulled up beside her. The door swung open, and Grayson stepped out, quickly 

unfolding an umbrella. He held it over her, shielding her from the downpour. 

“You’ll catch a cold out here,” he chided. “Come on, don’t stand in the rain.” 

But it was too late–she was already soaked. 

Turning toward him with a playful smile, she snatched the umbrella from his grip. Without hesitation, she tossed it aside and reached for his wrist. 

“Grayson, just feel it,” she urged, her eyes gleaming. “The rain–it’s so refreshing.” 

For a moment, he simply watched her, blinking as if trying to process her excitement. Then, with a 

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swift movement, he grasped her wrist and pulled her closer 

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