Alexandria feels a tear trickle on the side of her face, that isn’t desperation she realized, but surprisingly, relief. Whatever may happen, she knows her lover is alive. And if that’s the only thing she’d take to the grave, then that’s enough.
“Selene–” she tries to placate the alpha, but then as the dark-haired woman grew closer, it came to Alexandria that the alpha may not be angry at her, but at someone else.
“You heard everything?” asks a hopeful huntsman. That she hadn’t needed to explain herself.
Selene crouches down at her side, takes her face in the palm of her soft hand, answering, “just enough, my love.”
Truthfully, the alpha only heard the last statement Lilith had uttered, but even on the way, her anger had simmered down into uncertainty, doubt. She willed herself not to g
