ALARIC POV
My mate was limp in my lap, and I could feel her tiredness taking over again.
Not only tiredness.
Detachment.
That awful numbness trying to close around her mind like a thick fog, like maybe if she stopped feeling, the truth would stop cutting.
I hated it.
But we needed to know more.
We needed to understand every little piece of this rotten puzzle before the interrogation of the two women who had hurt my mate.
So I cleared my throat and squeezed Aria’s waist.
“I get your mother wouldn’t take that obsession very well,” I said, matter-of-factly.
Her mate had been obsessed with another woman.
Not even a real woman, maybe. Not in his sick head.
A fantasy.
A legend.
A wolf he had never met and had already decided belonged to him somehow.
It was… obvious.
Relatable, ev
