Alexander’s POV
The sun. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt it on my face, body, skin. I was filthy, smelly, and weak from everything I’d endured from the last couple of weeks. But, everything was worth it when I think about how Eleanor is mine. She came back for me, found me in the prison cell, accepted me, and even kissed me. Having to watch her with that asshole prick of loser alpha made my blood boil. She had changed in that time, and I knew it was wrong. Charles would visit me often when I was stuck in his dungeon to tell me about all the things he was doing to her and with her. He did it on purpose, and if it wasn’t for my incredible mate asking me to save him, I’d have let him rot in his cell until death. We would get justice. Our blessed mate bond was almost stolen from
