70. Welcome home, Princess.

Dorian's POV

She was ridden with fear. The shock in her eyes was a pleasant sight and probably the one good thing that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. A sight that I wished I could take a picture of and frame forever.

I had dreamt about it for so long since the day she left. She had told me that she wasn't coming back, but I knew that eventually, she would run back here, and she would come right back to me.

But then again, I wondered why she even returned, especially now that the pack was under attack. Did she know something about it? Was she plotting against the pack with Conrad? If he couldn't be trusted, then neither could she.

Her little act of bravery over the phone when she told me that she wasn't coming back was just a guise, a bluff to hide how much she feared me and had every right to be.

I played lightly with her locks and spoke to her.

"You see, April, you are mine. You broke nothing. I own you. I own your body, your soul and your mind. You thought tha