Chapter 102 The potion

XAVIER

Ares knew she was a wolf.

I could hear his voice, bellowing within me. She’s it. She’s it. I did not understand for the life of me what it meant. What is it?

Now I understood. Her wolf was his. They were linked at the soul.

It made sense now, why I had always been so drawn to her. Why, from the moment I had met her, I felt this unwavering desire to rest my lips on her skin. Why I had kissed her forehead the night she slept in my chambers, shortly after purchasing her from the shop.

Perhaps, it was this reason above all else that I was drawn to Valerie. Perhaps it was not entirely due to the fact that she was from Westshield. Perhaps it was not guilt that drove me to her, perhaps it was simply the way fate tied us together.

But something must have happened to the wolf within her. Something that cursed it to a deep, unbreakable sleep. It was unusual, after all, for a wolf to stay dormant within someone—unless they were Omegas, of course. And if that were the case and Valer