Chapter Eighteen

All his life, Alcinder had been mocked and humiliated. His masculinity, superiority, and leadership abilities had been questioned and ridiculed because he could transform or sync with his wolf.

He couldn't love or feel the need to be loved.

Alcinder was heartbroken each time he saw the look on his parent's faces.

He was bitter each time his Aunt Velda threw a fit, he cursed but he would never cry.

When he convulsed and fell to the ground, he felt that all hope was lost. He could hear avyanna’s cries, cries that pierced his heart.

He wished he could hold her and tell her how he felt before he would die.

He reached for her curls and caressed her cheeks, looking into her glass silver eyes before passing out.

He woke in a Majestic palace with gold pillars that were decorated with beautiful and striking flowers.

He noticed a beautiful being sitting on the throne.

She had pale skin and hair. Her lips were coated with blood red and her eyes were strikingly blue. She was beautiful but not as