Agatha’s POV
I was sitting on the cold stone outside the hall, my back leaning against the wall, when I saw them walking towards me. At first, my heart jumped. Finally, I thought. Finally, they came to their senses. My Alphas. My protectors. My everything. For a moment, I even closed my eyes and pretended I was weak, hoping they would rush to me and comfort me like before.
But when I opened my eyes, I realized I was wrong. Very wrong.
They didn’t even look at me the way they used to. Their eyes weren’t warm, not even soft. They looked cold. They looked sharp, like knives ready to cut. My throat went dry. My hands trembled slightly, and I tucked them into my lap to hide it.
“Agatha,” Adonis said first. His voice was not soft like I expected. It was harsh, almost as if he hated calling m
