POV: Elijah
As everyone left through the door, leaving me at the mercy of my mother, I couldn't help but notice even Freya suppressing a chuckle. I released a deep sigh and rubbed my forehead in an attempt to ward off the impending headache. Ever since I refused to mark Freya until she was fully prepared, Vilk had been making things difficult for me. I even dreaded falling asleep for fear that he would take over during a moment of weakness and invade Freya's room. The last thing I needed was my mother's criticism.
As my mother approached me, she let out a sigh and attempted to reason with me. "Elijah, my dear, I understand that Freya is your long-awaited mate and that you want to protect her, but she has Alpha blood running through her veins, as we all saw just now. You cannot treat her
