The redemption Alexander sought had become a desperate quest, a burning need to prove his loyalty after the shadow of Sophia's claim had nearly shattered our bond, leaving the pack whispering in the halls and the elders watching every move with suspicion, as if the peace we had fought for was a fragile illusion ready to crack under the weight of old mistakes and new threats from the north, where rival alphas gathered strength, drawn by rumors of division in our ranks.
Alexander was relentless in his efforts to win back my trust, his touches more tender in the quiet moments, his golden eyes searching mine for forgiveness as he held me at night, his warm body pressed against mine, his lips on my neck in a way that made the mate bond flare, reminding me of the passion that had first drawn us
