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“Why don’t you keep her occupied with planning the ceremony,” I suggest. “Tell her I’ve left in order to bring her something back as a gift for her.”

“Like what?” For once, Camden speaks.

I shrug. “Keep it vague. No need to go into details. Besides, it’ll keep her mind wandering on what exactly I’ll be bringing back that is important enough to leave the pack.”

“Good point,” he sighs.

Looking between them, I say, “I trust that you’ll both keep our pack running smoothly. Thank you. I’ll keep you updated once I get down there.”

“I don’t like this,” Constance mumbles.

“I know. But he’s not going to kill me the second I get there. He may be insane, but he’s not stupid. Lashing out at me without any prompt will get him chased down faster than he can outrun. I’m not naïve in thinking he’ll let me past his borders without a fight. That doesn’t mean he’ll be looking to kill me right then and there. He’s too calculating for that.”

She nods, even though the frown on her face doesn’t let up at all.

“What should we tell the elders about your absence?” Camden asks.

“I already talked to them.”

They both share a look with each other.

Honestly…sometimes they both make me feel like a little kid again.

Which is ironic considering that growing up, Camden was the one always slacking on his studies. Constance came to our pack a little later in life, but she made her mark in moving up the ranks while my father was still sitting on the throne.

“I told them there’s been some strife down at the Southern border that I need to check out.”

Constance nods slowly. “I’ll sprinkle that in somewhere in my next meeting with the other advisors. They’re going to be pissed that they weren’t told before you left, so Camden, you’re going to need to cover for him.”

“Will do. I’m good at bullshitting those meetings.”

She gives him a look. “Are you serious?”

He blinks at her. “What?”

These two… “Alright, then we’re settled?”

Constance sighs once more. “Yes. For now. I want word sent as soon as you’re down there. Anddon’tdo anything reckless. I swear, if I have to go down there to claim your body, I’ll be pissed.”

Smiling a little, I nod. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Though, I doubt if Nyx wants me dead that there will even be a body to claim.

***

After collecting Delilah and my brigade of enforcers, we head off to the Southern border.

From where Pollis is, the trek is more than a few days, even with minimal rests. While on our travels, my thoughts are consumed with not just worries of my pack and the state that it’ll be in once I finally return, but of my mate too.

It’s been weeks since she was sold to the other alpha king, and who knows what state she’s in. I don’t want to think about the negative and worry myself into an infinite circle that keeps me up at night while I catastrophize the entire situation.

She could be dead. She could be alive. She could be taken care of, for all I know.

My only hope is that she’s no longer being hurt like I’d been too blind to see when she was with me for that brief period of time.

At this point, I don’t care about the child anymore. If she’s still pregnant, then by all means I will take care of her and the baby once it arrives. And if she isn’t? If she was forced to get rid of it for the sake of getting pregnant by another alpha, or worse—if she lost it due to stress, then I’d help her through that too.

I’m not delusional in pretending like she won’t hate me by the end of this. She has every right to, especially with what Delilah’s told me in how she was treated before being sold. If she wants to live in Pollis and spend the rest of her days avoiding me at all costs, then so be it.

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