Chapter 87

Liviana's POV

After a heartbreaking confrontation earlier at the veranda, we decided to get back to our table. All of us are quiet, especially Dominique, who is still crying. Connor's words probably pierce through her heart, and she cannot accept that we cannot do anything about the situation.

Maybe there's still a way to fix everything, and that is acceptance. We all have to accept that we cannot change the past, and we cannot control who would be our mates. But to accept everything, we have to heal our souls first.

"Royal blooded werewolves, huh." My brows instantly knitted together as we heard someone speak. His voice is mocking. We looked at him, and his smirk suddenly irritates the hell out of me. He is with five more werewolves behind him. He has gray eyes, a big body, and is probably the same age as my brother.

Alexander stood up and smiled at him. Nicholas, Dominique, and I went beside him as he talks to them. "Yes, what can we do for you?" Alexander asked.