Page 90 of The Alpha’s Heir

“And like I said, it’s too late.” Calla sighed.

Thunder cracked above the house, making the lights flicker.

Now they’re just being cute. My wolf rolled her eyes.

Everyone started talking at once, asking questions and seeing if Roman knew anything else about the gods we were missing.

Trish sidled up to me and laced her fingers through mine. “I’m sorry. I thought I could find a way to fix this.”

“It was never really your fault. Please stop worrying.” I squeezed her hand. “How are you anyway? How’s mated life treating you? We haven’t had a chance to talk.”

And I didn’t know when we’d get another, so I wasn’t wasting the moment again.

Trish smiled at Jaxon, who was leaning against the table and speaking with Roman and Mom.

“You’ll know soon enough,” she spoke through our link. “Congratulations, by the way.”

“It doesn’t feel real yet.” I wondered if it ever would.

Just like I knew it’d happen, my family welcomed Roman with open arms. But how much longer could we stay here stuffed into the cabin while the storm raged outside?

“It’ll take a while to feel normal.” Trish and I sat on the three-person sofa with the dented springs and worn flannel fabric that we’d spent many years jumping on as pups.

The absence of Alec hit hard at that moment as we both looked at the empty third cushion seat.

“I refuse to believe there is nothing we can do,” Alpha Kera said from across the room, and everyone spoke over each other as they tried to offer solutions.

Trish leaned against me, and we sat silent for a moment, enjoying the warmth of each other’s presence again.

“Where is Alec? She’d have something to say about all this.” My sister must’ve seen me tense because her eyes narrowed. “What?”

There was no use hiding it. “She’s fighting the circuits,” I spoke through our link, not wanting Dad or Mom to overhear us.

Alec would kill me if they did.

“Damn it. She promised.” Trish seethed. “I should come around more, especially now that I have my powers back. We can fight instead of her having to go there. This is my fault too.”

“Don’t say that.” I squeezed her hand between mine. “I told you not to worry anymore about whose fault anything is.”

“Apparently, none of us are good at listening,” Trish huffed.

“Ain’t that the truth.” Dad glanced our way, and the two of us sank deeper into the couch as we both smiled and waved.

I caught Roman’s eye from across the room, and it was as if the world stood still for that brief moment. All the noise and chaos fell away.

The small smile he gave me made butterflies dance in my stomach, but it was tainted with the feelings of a deep sadness. Suddenly, I knew what this strange feeling was in my chest.

He’s going to sacrifice himself for me.

Over my dead body. My wolf growled.

“What?” Trish tried to hold me back by my arm as I shot to my feet.

“This is what they wanted,” I said, loud enough for everyone to stop talking. “The gods. They wanted us to be separated. You said it yourself that they reveled in our suffering. There’s no greater pain than for a wolf to be kept from her fated mate.”

“You think Morrigan planned this?” Mom asked.

“I think she knew about Roman when she made the deal,” I said.