Chapter 27 - Alexander

Delilah’s hug helped, but only to a point. I don’t think anything could chase away the anxiety in the pit of my stomach. Seeing Cesare was hard enough, but at least he was innocent. Seeing Lia, however, is a different thing altogether. I had already lost interest in her before she told me she was pregnant, but the pregnancy and the fallout of it have made me truly disgusted by her.

I’d expected to be triggered when I finally stepped in behind Delilah. Or I should say triggered by how I have been about Delilah’s pregnancy, so sucked into darkness and feeling paralyzed. However, this was a different reaction. I didn’t feel panic when I saw her. I felt rage, pure, unfettered rage.

It wasn’t just the rage of two-plus years of repressed anger boiling to the surface. That was there, oh was that there. But this rage was more because Lucius was pissed too. Lia did what she always does, talked without thinking. And this time, Lia ran her mouth about Delilah, and neither I nor my wolf would le