Alexei sighed as Erickson finished recounting his story. She couldn’t help but feel differently about him now. He wasn't just a hardened Alpha; he was a victim shaped by the deep-seated hatred his father had instilled in him. That animosity towards the Lavistas had become a part of him since childhood.
Yet, something in his tale seemed off. What about Savannah, his mate? Why hadn’t they found her body? Did she truly die?
“Are you sure she’s dead?” Alexei dared to ask, meeting his gaze. He nodded somberly.
“I felt our bond break,” he admitted, still grappling with Savannah's absence. It was true—some connections were hard to sever.
“I don’t dream about her anymore, at least not until I met you. That’s why I wanted you so badly. I would’ve done anything to keep you,” he said, a
