CHAPTER 160
Alaric exited the study. He didn't stop walking until he was clear of the administrative wing, his lungs burning as he fought to draw in a breath that didn't feel like it was laced with his father's disappointment.
Outside, the pack grounds were bathed in the bruised purples and oranges of a dying sunset. It was a beautiful view, but to Alaric, it looked like a bruise.
He could see pack members in the distance, warriors training, mothers calling their children and he knew they were all looking at him.
They didn't see Alaric; they saw the future, and they saw the man who was supposedly blessed with a golden Luna.
"Alaric?" The voice was sweet, melodic, and perfectly pitched to carry across the lawn. Mrs Mrs Rohan —selena's mom—was standing by the stone fountain, her dark hair catching the last of the light, looking every bit the beta's wife and the architect of her family's social standing.
