Book 2: Across the Lonely Sea

Anwen

The day after the Sundrop Gem contingent leaves, I sleep in for the first time in days. When Frazier shakes my shoulder, and I open my eyes into the damn near midmorning light, pain rips through my chest.

Hers? Mine? Is there any point in asking anymore?

“Get the fuck off me.” I rip Frazier’s hand away. “Did I ask you to wake me up?”

“No, sir.” Frazier bows. “Alpha King Kieran did.”

“Tell Kieran to go fawn over his mate and his crown-prince-to-be,” I snarl. “Leave me the fuck alone.”

Frazier bows again and leaves. I grab a decanter I left on the side of my bed last night and take a few hearty swigs. A little bit of fuzziness in my mind can’t hurt at this point. It’s not like I have fucking anything to do today. The investigation’s over. Kieran made sure to tell me that to my face yesterday. Even though he doesn’t agree with the outcome, without the Sundrop people here demanding answers, there’s “no point in wasting resources