"Love is not the crown I wear before others, it is the fire I carry in my chest, the vow I whisper only to him."
Alaric's POV
The Eastern Chambers were finally quiet, and there were no more pounding footsteps echoing through the stone halls. Only the faint crackle of the fire in the hearth and the steady rhythm of Elias's breathing, slow and soft, pressed against my chest. For the first time in centuries, I let my shoulders relax, and he was mine now, my mate and my Omega Wolf.
