Chapter 0322

I watch Isolde head to the shower, listening to the water start running. Thank the Moon Goddess she's finally awake. When I called Adrian earlier, he confirmed that females often lose consciousness during marking, though neither he nor Sebastian experienced that with their Guardians. But then again, their mates weren't exhausted, starving, and emotionally shattered when they were claimed.

I'm relieved she doesn't hate me. Dark memories resurfaced—times when I tried to force the bond on Evelyn. Different circumstances, but the fear is the same. I can't lose Isolde. I meant every word when I said I never expected a fated mate. After everything I've done, I didn't think I deserved one. The Goddess works in mysterious ways.

While she showers, I tidy up. She takes longer than usual—avoiding me or just enjoying the water, I'm not sure.

When she finally emerges, I grab my things and slip into the bathroom. My wardrobe was never extensive, and this journey has left me with even less. I'll need to figure out finances soon—clothes, supplies, everything.

My plan is to take Isolde to the Obsidian Moon Pack lands. I started rebuilding after my failed attempt with Evelyn. It's rough, but it's become a refuge for rogues seeking redemption.

I called myself their Alpha, and they followed. Many died in the battle against Blackthorn Pack when I took Evelyn. Those who acted like true rogues—violent, uncontrollable—were exiled or killed. The ones who remain? Fighters. Wolves desperate for a pack.

Too many rogues are alone because of cruel Alphas. Isolde's story, mine—they're not unique. I built a place for those who wanted safety, a home.

I haven't been back in years. After Evelyn was rescued, I ran. Then Sebastian caught me, held me captive for six months. Now I've been protecting Isolde. But it's time to return. Time for her to see what awaits if she accepts the bond. All I can offer is a broken pack full of misfits.

I step out of the shower, pulling on shorts. Feeling Isolde's emotions soothes Magnus, but I want more. I want her to choose me, to complete the bond. I want a partner to help rebuild something worthy.

When I leave the bathroom, she's already in bed. Not wanting to assume, I drag the chairs together, preparing to sleep there.

"What are you doing?" Isolde asks.

"Getting comfortable."

She frowns. "In the chairs?"

I glance down. Yeah, they look about as comfortable as a pile of rocks.

"I told you I can't sleep unless you're beside me." She pats the mattress. "Unless you don't want to."