The Alpha's Replacement Bride
He reached out a trembling hand to touch the cheek of his lost treasure as if to confirm that this was not just a cruel dream.
Shadows lingered on his face, a mask of sadness, before slowly engulfing the emptiness of the hall, a fitting backdrop for the man’s lonely mourning.
It seemed to close in around him, a dark embrace, as he mourned the loss of a life once full of light and laughter.
“Heinrich Hyacinth is here to report to His Grace, Duke Almandine.”
“Liam, son.”
The long blonde-haired man turned to his back, facing the two of them. He smiled like nothing was wrong, mimicking how she used to be.