Alexander POV
I took the limp body of my mate in my arms and headed toward my room. I just can't stand her being away from me or my space. If needed, I can sleep on a couch or the floor, but my mate belongs in my bed.
As soon as my hands made contact with her body, the bond snapped back in. I guess the contact between us strengthens the bond while weakening the ritual. If that is the case, I will touch her for an eternity, until she forgives me and we can break the ritual.
I can't believe that 100 years ago, I was so blinded by what Wendolyn showed me, she showed me what a relationship was, and what love was supposed to be. I was so stupidly blinded by her, that I believed every word. I placed her on a pedestal and worshiped the ground where she walked. Everything was a big fat lie,
