Chapter 279

Alaric cried because of him. And then the despair and loathing in Alaric’s voice broke his heart.

Zedekiel was right. Despite what happened years ago, his feelings for Alaric never diminished. They were just covered by hate and anger.

When they finally broke apart, gasping for air, Talon pressed their foreheads together, his ragged breaths brushing against Alaric’s face. His crimson eyes burned with a mix of fury and pure possessiveness that sent a shiver through Alaric’s body.

“You—” Alaric started, but his voice faltered when he saw the raw emotion in Talon’s gaze. He was confused. He had said all those things to push Talon away, to make him hate him. Yet here they were, locked in this breathless moment. It made him wonder if Talon had heard his conversation with Lyca from the beginning.

Finally, after some seconds, Talon pulled away, his hand dropping from Alaric’s neck.

“You say such fucking hateful words but whenever I look into your eyes, all I se