(Xeraphina’s POV)
It has been four days since I had killed Asrai. Xavier seemed to be moping around, as if the death affected him. He wouldn’t talk to me about what was bothering him and my worry was starting to affect Draco as well. The whole kingdom seemed to avoid the pack house like a plague. Why would it have affected him if she wasn’t his mate? It just doesn’t make sense.
I sent mother and father to try talking him out of the state he was in. Mother was grinning ear to ear as if she just won the lottery. I guess me asking her to help Xavier was a sign of me finally putting trust in her, which was ultimately fixing our broken relationship. At this point, I didn’t care how she thought. She was still Xavier and I’s mother and right now I thought it was what he needs. When they came
