He was in pain, and I took pride in that. Despite my better judgment, I took pride in the fact that he was just as broken as I was. I took pride in seeing him fall apart and become vulnerable in front of me, and I wanted nothing more but to see him on his knees, begging me to forgive him.
But I was not the one he should ask forgiveness from. The Goddess. He was supposed to beg the Goddess and repent for his sins.
His eyes scan my face in a frantic rush, the green in his eyes now holding countless golden freckles as his wolf desperately tried to reach mine. But Aisi was stone cold, unimpressed and unmoved. It almost felt as if she had hidden herself from his gaze and I couldn’t help but feel amused by it. She resented Alarick more than I did. Our shared pain has been bearable only becaus
