Kylian’s POV
Without further a due, I went to my closet and grabbed a set of casual clothes. I changed into a khaki shirt and denim pants which I paired with a random shoes I grabbed from the rack.
The next second, I opened the door and rushed out.
“Alpha…”
Many of those who I passed through greeted me, but I only nodded hastily and rushed toward the guest house where Della was staying.
I felt like a teenager rushing for his crush, but who cared? Right now, all that mattered was setting the misunderstanding between me and Della straight.
Upon arrival at the guest house, I knocked a couple of times, but no one answered...
She still didn’t want to see me?
Knocking louder, I called, “Della!”
“Please, it’s me. Open the door. Let’s talk…” Still, no one answered.
I walked a little bit to the right and peaked over the window, but I didn’t see any signs that anyone was inside which made me more confuse.
“Della,” I called out again.
“Alpha.” I heard a voice from the side.