The day after they declared me dead, King Alexander did not come.
Lily told me he was busy with Isabella, who was being fitted for new gowns.
The whole Pack was murmuring that the Alpha King had finally rid himself of his vicious, jealous wife. Now he could fly off into bliss with his true love.
It was only at dusk, when my body was about to be carted out to the Pack Cemetery, that he finally appeared.
He stood in the doorway of the morgue, looking down at the white sheet that covered me, and didn't move for a long, long time.
Lily, eyes red-rimmed, planted herself between him and my body. "King. For your own sake,don't look. Lady Chris loved you so much in life. Even her ghost would never want to harm you."
The words seemed to land like a blade. He swayed where he stood.
"Move," he
