Chapter 66: Whose side would he take?
(Eden's POV)
The third day dawned clear. It was the final day of what felt like unnecessary theater—a charade that Alexander had to know would fail. From the moment he'd agreed to my challenge, I could see it in his eyes. He held hope, but it was hollow, desperate.
I had no such delusions.
This wasn’t about giving him a real chance; this was to confirm what I’d always known. Alexander wasn’t capable of being the mate I needed. It had taken me years to accept it, but now it was as clear as the morning sky.
I leaned against the window, the light spilling onto my room. It hit the packed suitcase in the corner, and my wolf, Phoebe, stirred in me gently, as if to remind me: *soon*. Soon, I would be gone from this mess—from him.
For the past
