64. Claimed by Desire-I

|| Alaric’s POV || She disappeared from my life only to come back as a storm. The moment I saw her walking into that gala, my heart sank. There she was, radiant in her navy blue gown, her light brown hair cascading in soft curls around her shoulders, her face hidden behind that exquisite mask. She looked like a vision, a dream I had long since given up on. But the sight of her searching for a mate-her eyes scanning the room, her scent mingling with the air-felt like a dagger to my chest. Wasn't I enough for her? Had I meant nothing? The thought of losing her, of her finding someone else, made my world tilt on its axis. If I lost her, I would lose everything-my purpose, my existence. And now, she was here, in my arms. The anger and hurt still simmered beneath the surface, but they were overshadowed by the overwhelming relief of having her close again. How could I forgive her so quickly? What spell had she cast over me? I didn't know. All I knew was that my world began and ended with her