Chapter 101

Alaric’s POV

I think I may have been obsessed with her.

No—I didn’t think. I fucking knew it. I was obsessed with everything about my wife: her face, her body, her stubbornness. Her goddamn attitude. The way she trusted me. The way she wanted to know me.

The way she thought she wouldn’t hate me once she found out who I really was. What I’d done—to her family and mine. 

And I hated it. So much. The last time I was obsessed with someone, my heart was eventually ripped out of my chest and torn into several pieces. Although I knew Meadow was not Clarissa, I still couldn’t let myself get obsessed.

But I was fucking selfish, so I wasn’t going to let her go.

Meadow moaned into my mouth, pressing her warm, tight body against mine, and I picked her up, carrying her over to the vanity and dropping her on the table.

“You want to know if I’m scared of you leaving?” I rasped against her neck. “I’m not.” When I pulled back to look at