CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Alex's POV

(…a second chance)

He knelt before her at the front porch of the palace, on arrival from the Alpha’s burial.

“Permit me to make it up to you. I'll renew my oaths to you again, if you want. I promise to keep nothing secret from you, henceforth”. Lucia removed her sunglasses, exposing puffy, reddish eyelids that drooped feebly.

“I'm not bothered by the errors you made. You know what really irritates me, Alex? The time you put off making amends till the Alpha's demise. Not me…the Luna should receive your apology. Such a costly apology, she muttered before entering.

He experienced a wave of humiliation as it sapped a significant amount of his pride to sink thus low. She could be correct, he reasoned. The Luna must be battling a mental collapse. The loss of a mate can be maddening. He remembered how Sherlyn’s rumored death made him feel at the time—he lost his sense of reasoning. He hoped the Luna doesn't go through his kind of torture. He had to wait for her arrival as she was