Alaric’s POV:
A low, guttural growl slipped from my throat as I leaned in, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Take me to his chambers.”
The guards stiffened but obeyed, turning sharply to lead the way. Valerie kept her pace beside me, her fingers twitching at her sides.
She was scared. And I couldn’t blame her—so was I, but an Alpha afraid is an alpha weakened and I’d be damned if I let them smell it on me.
A guard couldn’t just hang himself without reason.
The walk to Silas’ chambers stretched too long, each step weighed down by the storm of thoughts raging in my skull. A guard committing suicide. Thalia, unconscious, carrying a child that I thought was mine. Valerie’s impending coronation as Luna.
It was all too much happening in just a short period of time.
When we finall
