64. Ivan

Making it through that dinner was tough. Repetitive stories about the golden days of old does not make me nostalgic for this place. I just want to get back to the stunning vision in purple whose eyes I keep catching.

Kohl was the same, nagging away to ditch this crowd and have her back in our arms. When her expression became concerned and fretful, it took every bit of self-possession to not walk away from my Alpha.

But then she is always stronger than I give her credit for. Her eyes may have glittered with emotion but she was controlled. Of course she is. I don’t know if I will ever be able to not worry about her even though the Cage and its villains are gone.

Back in our room, I want to be halfway through ripping her dress off but instead I have to tell her the results of my talk with Alpha Alexander.

No lies, no secrets. That's the mate she deserves. The mate I’m going to give everything I can in order to be.. Even if Azalea’s original mark is still etched onto my collarbone