#Chapter 53: A Drop of Blood

Ava A few days had passed since Olivia’s tirade. My scalp healed, but her words continued to cut—even though Chris’s kind words had helped soften the blows. He had confined her to her chambers once more, this time threatening banishment if she didn’t behave. The pack fell back into peace again. Although, Chris was now hell-bent on finding a new Alpha to replace himself. And he was hell-bent on returning to the human continent with me as his bride. I stepped into the council chambers one particularly rainy afternoon, still shaking the beads of water off my hair. The chamber was empty, save for one person sitting at the head of the table. Chris. “Afternoon,” I said, taking my seat on the opposite end of the table. I still found myself having a difficult time meeting his gaze since he had informed me of his intentions to marry me—and since I had told him that it was too much too soon. But there was no hiding the blush in my cheeks. Without a word, Chris suddenly rose