King Alexander's POV
I was wondering about the palace gardens with my mate, my queen like we did every night. Something we started to do after our little angel had been taken from us. Yes, it had been forty-nine years, and I don't even know if she is alive. Her bond with us never broke, but it just disappeared. Something I had never experienced in my 97 years of life. Normally, when a pack member dies, it feels like a piece of elastic being pulled so tight that it suddenly snaps, and if they are alive, you can constantly feel it thrumming away. It's the same with a family member or a mate connection, but this, it just disappeared when she was taken.
"Do you think we will ever see her again?" My mate asked me, her tone sad. We never had any more pups after Laire was taken. We couldn't st
