A Lover and A Liar

After the Battle

Julian walked out of his room only after he had made sure Alina was unharmed, at least physically, sleeping in his bed, wrapped up in his sheets and covered by his scent just like he had always wanted her to be.

Not after a battle, though. And surely not after she had almost died right in front of him because she had been too busy keeping him alive, when he had made her promise she would stay inside and safe to begin with. His wolf growled in his head, mad and possessive, clearly still not fully satisfied even after he had killed the ones that had risked harming his lovely witch.

Julian looked around. The insides of the castle had remained unharmed, Alina had managed to protect everything and everyone, just as she had promised.

And now people walking around looked at him with only pride