Alexander:
A few weeks had passed.
The tension in the air had settled, not gone, but it had softened enough that the pack could breathe again. And Alessia… she had changed in those weeks as well.
Not weaker.
Not quieter.
Just… steadier.
She had stopped flinching at every raised voice. She slept longer now. Smiled easier. Laughed sometimes without catching herself afterward like she’d done something wrong.
She wasn’t looking over her shoulder every other moment in fear that Garren would somehow manage to appear. And though the way that she had asked me about where our daughter would say, the way she practically begged for us to have a second plan if something went wrong didn’t ease the tension that I felt… I knew that she was right.
And for that… I had my plan more secured now.
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