Chapter 133

ALEXANDER’S POV The room was far too quiet. Too still. It was the kind of silence that felt louder than any battlefield. I sat on my bed, surrounded by the gifts I sent to Eliza. She had returned every single gift I sent to her. They were all untouched. I guessed I deserved that. There were dozens of them. Silk scarves Eliza used to love, gemstone necklaces I handpicked because they reminded me of her eyes, books with dog-eared pages from the stories she once loved. Would she ever forgive me? Did this mean she was done with me? My wolf snarled inside me, pacing restlessly. He kept on accusing me. He kept on echoing words in my mind – You betrayed her. You let her go. She trusted you. "Shut up," I hissed aloud. My fingers clenched around the edges of the letter I’d been writing—one I’d rewritten over and over again. Eliza, I know you hate me. I know I deserve it. But— I growled and tore it in half. I slammed it down onto the floor beside the others. What was the point? She had cut the b