Chapter 185

• Third Person’s POV
• Alaric's lips twisted into a grotesque grin, blood still streaked across his face like war paint. His yellowed teeth showed as he let out a low chuckle, the corners of his mouth curling like a serpent slithering through shadows.
• “I slept beside you for thirty years, and every single night was a curse,” he spat, eyes gleaming with cruelty as he looked down at the one-eyed she-wolf crumpled on the floor. “Especially when we mated—Moon above, you were like a dead fish. Cold. Unresponsive. Disgusting.”