Chapter 55

Meadow’s POV

The moment I saw Alaric’s mother, it automatically made sense that her sons were so damn attractive.

Ingrid Ashford was the epitome of elegance and beauty. Her blond hair was pulled back into a bun—something told me she hardly ever let it fall—her eyes a striking blue color that looked exactly like Nolan’s.

She glided toward us in a blue dress that went all the way down, her cheekbones high as she smiled at a few guests. 

All of a sudden, I forgot how to breathe.

Alaric must’ve somehow noticed how tense I was, because his arm came to rest on my lower back and he pulled me closer to him.

“Relax, baby,” he murmured into my ear, sending a fresh wave of chill down my spine.

“I can’t,” I said through gritted teeth. “You didn’t tell me she was this… intimidating.”

How could I relax? The woman hadn’t even gotten to us yet and I could already feel her presence. Could already feel how important she was, both t