Alaric dramatically held his chest. "That's harsh, you put me in this situation, shouldn't you nurse me back to health?"
'Get your head straight Alaric, she was the reason your Alpha died… get rid of this obsession,' He thought to himself.
The playfulness in his eyes died replaced by coldness. He lowered his hand and lay down on the couch.
"You are not going to win her over?" Midnight asked cautiously.
"She attacked us, Midnight, requesting for Damon. As much as we want to love our mate, we can't support her plans… she caused the death of our Alpha… she was right, there is no way we can be together." Alaric replied to him.
Midnight's shoulders drooped, before disappearing to the deepest corner of his mind.
"It was a battle, I owe you nothing." Her voice carried detachment, however, her eyes seemed to linger on him for a moment too long.
"You are right, you owe me nothing. We should forget about what I had said earlier." Alaric's voice was devoid of emotion.
