#Chapter 190: The Diva

Cara’s POV I tried to put the encounter with Alaric out of my mind, but it stayed with me even after I left the restaurant, and further into the week. As an Alpha, and as my former mate, Alaric had instincts to protect me that were stronger than most and hard to ignore. When I felt dizzy, he’d moved so quickly, he likely didn’t even realize he had done it. For the rest of our conversation, he had been supportive of me and my efforts in the competition. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so harsh on him. But it was exhausting being treated so differently just because of my diagnosis. Sometimes it felt like everyone was acting like I was already dead, and every time they saw me, they were attending my funeral. I was still alive, and I wanted to be treated as such. Why couldn’t my brothers and Alaric understand that? My stubbornness kept me from apologizing outright, though I did feel the weight of guilt. Alaric, like my brothers, only wanted to help me. I could forgive my brothers