The Lycan King's Outcast Omega
"The wraith took every memory he has of me specifically, and he doesn't—he can't—Alaric, he doesn't know me."
My knees give out. I don't remember moving to the floor, but suddenly I'm kneeling on expensive carpet, sobbing so hard I can't breathe. All the grief I've been holding back for days pours out in great, shaking waves.
Alaric drops beside me, pulling me into his arms the way he did when I was small and had nightmares. "I've got you. I'm here. Just breathe, Iris. Breathe."
But I can't breathe. Can't do anything except cry and shake and fall apart completely.