CHAPTER 102

“spit fire in a world so cold.”

Daisy’s POV

“Alpha Alec requests your presence,”

She may as well given me a silver knife to use it and carve out my heart.

My heart was in my mouth, walking down the path that led to his tent.

Alec Darius had returned in the wee hours of the morning. I had felt a shift in the atmosphere the moment he had arrived.

The ground pulsed, the moment his feet touched the ground. He was like a thief in the night, appearing at an unexpected hour.

When the sun had risen, and his presence was made known, the camp was in frenzy, their long awaited king had returned.

“wont you join in the celebration?” I asked Bertha, surprised at her aloofness.

“there are a thousand more years worth of celebration waiting, he won’t miss me,” she muttered, fixing the basket she was weaving.

“Go in, he’s expecting you,” the maid said, snapping me out of my reverie. I nodded, feeling ashamed of how lost I had looked when she pointed to the entrance.

“Thank you,” I muttered softly, but