Mute Mate: The Alpha's Obsession

Ariana’s body remained frozen..she refused to turn and look at him. Zavren’s jaw flexed slightly. The irony was rich—of all things, their first mind link had to be him confessing that he killed the Vampire’s wife. He knew she’d heard him, he could tell from the way her breath trembled. It wasn’t calm like usual. He could sense her unease.

"I don’t regret it, Snowflakes. I had my reasons. If I could go back in time, I would’ve made sure she died..."

Zavren’s words struck a chord in Ariana’s chest. She couldn’t believe such things were coming out of this man’s mouth. Was he joking? No. The way the word death left his lips—it was bone-chilling.

As if that wasn’t enough, he continued.

"Even if nothing had happened that day, even if I hadn’t killed her a war was bound to happen. Dead isn’t even the right word. I wouldn’t say I killed her, because right now, she’s stuck between worlds... between life and death. So no, she’s not entirely dead. And the madness in Vrazen has only worsened—his hatred for the werewolves has deepened."

Zavren’s lips curled, dark amusement flashing across his face.

"Now, the only thing that can bring her back is the senerp. And we have it—at least, that’s what the Seer says. The vampires know it too."

He paused, his hand reaching for her blonde hair, caressing it softly.

He had struck Vrazen’s weak point that night. Vrazen was willing to end the generational war in exchange for the senerp. But that was exactly what Zavren didn’t want. In fact, he was looking forward to the upcoming war—in every possible way. So why not?

"So, sweetheart... you trust me, don’t you? You know I’m not the kind to make rash decisions."

He turned to look at her...only to realize Ariana wasn’t responding. Her breathing was calm, her eyes closed. He shifted slightly, and only then did it hit him—his wife was asleep. She had actually fallen asleep.

And here he was, explaining himself just to make sure she didn’t misunderstand him... yet she’d dozed off.