Cara’s POV
I pull away from Alaric, but his hand still grips my wrist.
“Let me go,” I say to him.
“Wait, Cara—,” Alaric starts to say, not letting go. His fingers are squeezing into my skin, and my arm starts to feel uncomfortable.
I look up at his face and see the firm stare in his eyes, but also something else… Almost like sadness… Could it be?
Is Alaric sad… because of me?
I pull away from him again, this time harder than before. Finally, his hold on me breaks and I grasp my own wrist, holding it against my chest protectively.
“I’m sorry,” Alaric’s deep voice rumbles.
Since when did Alaric, the famously stubborn and self-assured Alpha King Alaric, start apologizing so freely?
“...Why are you making that fac
