Chapter 131: "Pack Claims and Sacred Bonds"
(Grace's POV)
I stood motionless by the massive walk-in closet in our private den, staring down at the untouched ceremonial robes still bearing territory markers. Each robe told an unspoken story of meticulous care, wealth, and status. Yet here they were, abandoned before they had even seen their first moon phase change.
With a soft sigh, I allowed my fingers to trace the intricate embroidery of one displayed piece. Soon, Alexander would likely replace these with new collections, showcasing his ritual of seasonal renewal. I couldn't tell if I marveled at his thoughtfulness or was exasperated by the waste.
I turned back toward him, who lingered by the doorframe with his usual unreadable expression. “It’s a pity,” I mused quietly. “They’re
