Ayesha waited for Alaric in silence. She didn't stay in Lyra's chamber but in Alaric's bedchamber.
She stood in his window where the moonlight streaming through casted a pale light on her figure. This time, she came to a decision. She would share his bed. Not out of debt, not because he saved her, but because she wanted to.
It was already darkt when Alaric finally returned. The scent of blood still clung to the air, mingled with smoke from the fires that had devoured what was left of the town. Entire establishments were reduced to ash.
She had heard how Alaric marched straight into the estate of the local Alpha, exposing the illegal trades and hidden crimes festering in the town. But witnessing it firsthand was something else entirely.
The Alpha King had not just punished; he had nearly erased the entire town. No hesitation, no mercy. Alaric was ruthless, swift, and absolute in his judgment. Every decision he made was final, carried out without second thoughts.
