Chapter Twenty-Four

Adora

There were absolutely no words in this world to describe how I felt right now. My fingertips had a slight tremor, and I felt like I couldn't get enough oxygen. I covered my mouth with a hand and burst into shaky laughter while sagging against the wall.

Thor was alive.

He wasn't dead.

I kept repeating this like a mantra until I felt warmth all over my body. His eye contact was prolonged, and his smile reached his eyes.

Thor wasn't a good person; far from it, he was a rogue and a dangerous one at that, but I didn't want him dead. He was my mate, whether or not I acknowledged it; the bond between us was strong.

His smile swung free, and he motioned that I come outside. This time around, I didn't think twice before tiptoeing like a thief on a mission.

Somehow, everything made sense.

I didn't care that he was an outcast, a misfit, a rebel, or the villain of the pack. He was mine.

I carefully descended the stairs, stepping out into the midnight air. As usual, the night was quiet, not