[Rosalynd]
With her black hair piled on her head in long loose curls, wearing emeralds at her ears and a dark green dress, Alexa would look stunning if her face was not red and speckled with white dots of rage.
“What are you telling my son?” she seethes. “Stay away from him, don’t talk to him, it is not your place to explain our mating rituals to him.”
“You’re right,” I agree as I rise. She takes a long look at my mark, not so different from the scar on her own neck, and she hisses like a stray cat. “It isn’t.”
“It’s your job,” Axel glares. “But since you abandoned your duties when you abandoned our son, I don’t think you have a right to complain.”
Alexa takes a step back as if slapped.
“Rosalynd will not stop talking to our son just because you neglect to do so,” Axel continues, h
