Estella’s POV
“Fine,” I said because I couldn’t bear to hear that sorrow in his voice again. “What was your mother like? I barely remember mine now.”
For a moment, he was quiet, and the rough edge in his expression softened in a way I had never seen before.
“She was… everything you don’t expect a woman who ruled a pack of wolves to be,” he said with a distant smile. “Powerful and relentless, but at the same time gentle and kind. She was like a stubborn flower that grows between the cracks of a rock.”
The tenderness in him stirred something inside me. It was staggering to see his love for her so clearly on his face. It made me realize that he was really capable of those emotions, that he wasn’t just the cold, ruthless king everyone thought he was.
He could be more—he just chose not
