Chapter 112 His Wife, His Redemption

• ​Elara sat on the bed quietly. After being pestered by Rafael for an hour, he finally left, leaving a tray of food behind. The moment the door clicked shut, Elara kicked the tray off the bed, sending the contents splashing onto the floor. She felt irritated and angry at her helplessness.
• ​She reached for her chest, her fingers trembling as she caught the hidden necklace. She pulled it out from under her dress, staring at the little diamond that caught the dim light.
• ​“His wife,” she whispered. Did he actually mean it? Was she really Alpha Fenris’s wife in his heart, or was it just another part of the ritual? Her eyes fluttered closed. She felt a crushing sense of loneliness. Was he looking for her? Was he as restless and broken as she was? Or was he glad the “half-breed slave” was finally gone?