Chapter 43: Left Destroyed
(Alexander's POV)
The sharp, sterile scent of the healer's den clung to the air, but it did nothing to calm the storm raging inside me.
Sarah rested on the cot, her face pale and drawn, still recovering from the uproar caused by her mother's outburst at the broadcasting station.
My wolf paced within me, aggravated and restless, as if sensing the trouble long before it arrived.
Diana's mind-link tore through my barriers with such force that I stumbled back instinctively. Her voice carried that familiar mix of superiority and spite that always made me bristle.
"You need to see this," she said with a low chuckle, triumph dripping from every word. "Your precious mate isn't quite as perfect as you seem to think."
Before I could block her, memories floode
