Alfie's POV~
The moment the other Alphas and Simon left the room, I managed to get off the bed...still in Zane's body and slowly made my way toward him. Or rather, toward myself... the version of me that Zane currently occupied.
"Why did the soul swap work all of a sudden, Alfie?" Zane asked, letting out a deep, tired sigh. Despite the exhaustion in his voice, there was a quiet relief there too. "But then again... it's good timing. I really thought I was going to die."
"Going to die?" I repeated slowly, my eyes fixed on him. "Die from what, Zane?"
I didn't miss the way his posture stiffened. I had seen that same look in his eyes earlier....right when Simon walked in. It wasn't just surprise. It was fear. His entire body had tensed like he was bracing for something. The way he backed away, the way his eyes darted nervously, and even the subtle flinch in his fingers....it all screamed danger. And now I couldn't shake the thought...what exactly happened between Simon and Zane?
