Ayesha walked slowly toward Alaric's bedchamber, her steps hesitant. When she reached the door, she paused, drew in a shaky breath, and knocked softly.
"It's me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
She waited, heart pounding. Her thoughts swirled in chaotic silence. 'Was this why he summoned me tonight? Was I meant to share his bed now?'
Her stomach twisted at the thought. But he promised he wouldn't force me, she reminded herself, clinging to that one reassurance. She wanted to believe him—but maybe that was foolish.
The mate pull was undeniably strong… but Levi's death still echoed in her heart. The grief was raw, clashing with emotions she couldn't quite name. Yes, Alaric had saved them. But that didn't erase the truth—he was still her brother's killer.
The door creaked open.
Ayesha's breath caught.