_Author’s POV_
Having dealt with Celina, Zarelle was in high spirits. She held a glass of red wine, a bright smile adorning her face, her eyes twinkling with satisfaction.
It was at this moment that Calden approached her, his expression gloomy. Finally, he decided to step forward. “Zarelle.”
Calden’s gaze was met with a mocking roll of the eyes from Elsa, who detested the Ashmoors to the extreme. “Alpha Ashmoor, your sister tried to kill Zarelle just now. She failed. So what, it’s your turn now?”
Ignoring the taunts, Calden continued to lock his eyes onto Zarelle. Zarelle, in turn, raised her eyes to meet his intense gaze. It was those captivating eyes that had caused her to fall hopelessly in love with him in the past. However, she vowed never to repeat the same mistake.
