Vivian’s POV
I stood at the window for a long time after he left.
My hands were shaking. My breath was still coming shallow. My entire body felt like it had been set on fire and then dropped into ice water at the same time.
He almost kissed me.
The Alpha—the man whose father my father had murdered almost kissed me.
And I had wanted him to.
That was the part that terrified me most.
Through the bond, I could feel him in the corridor. Felt his internal war like it was my own. Felt the rage and need all tangled together into something so complicated I didn’t know how to make sense of it.
I sat on the bed and tried to understand what had just happened.
He’d said “And I don’t care.”
About my father killing his father. About the murder. About the bloodline. He said he didn’t care.
But
