CHAPTER 36

—Alpha Hawthorne’s Pov—

Sitting before the roaring fireplace, I closed my eyes and let myself be enveloped by the soothing sound of crackling flames. It brought a sense of peace and warmth that was much needed in that moment.

I was dressed in a deep red robe, the rich fabric flowing around me. In my right hand, I held a wine glass, its contents swirling gently as I stared into the vibrant orange flames. My legs were casually crossed, a personal habit of mine that I found comfortable. In my left hand, I held Aurora's note.

Beside me, the butler stood ready, awaiting my command. He held a bottle of wine and poured it into my glass as I requested, his movements precise. He retreated silently once I'd had my fill. With a deliberate motion, I folded Aurora's note and tossed it into the flames. I watched it burn, turning to ash and disappearing into the fire. There was nothing left of it, just as there was nothing left of the past.

The crackling of the flames filled the room, enveloping it