(Richard's POV)I stood in my son's luxurious den, watching Aurora Winters sleep on the ceremonial resting area. Alexander had placed a light silver-thread blanket over her slender form. Her honey-brown hair fanned across the pillow, her breathing deep and even.Alexander sat nearby, a bandage across his forehead where she had struck him with a silver chalice. The wound was minor—it would heal by morning—but the real injury was in his eyes. I'd never seen my son look so lost.The door opened, and my mate entered, her lips tightening when she saw Aurora."Still here, I see," she said, her voice cold. "Alexander, you should have the pack healer examine that wound."Alexander didn't look up. "It's nothing."My mate circled the sleeping Aurora like a predator assessing prey. "She attacked you. That's grounds for formal pack censure, Thornwood bloodline or not.""Leave it," Alexander warned, his amber eyes flashing briefly."This farce has gone on long enough," my mate continued, un
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