Chapter 42

"What are you doing here?" I asked, well aware that my shock and confusion were evident.

Alpha donned an extravagant warrior's attire, one I had never witnessed him wearing previously. Clutched in his hand was a bouquet of flowers, and his expression remained inscrutable.

"Amethyst...I wanted to talk to you,"

"Alpha...did you set me up? You and Teresa?"

I fixed my gaze on him, anticipating a response. When he nodded, I drew in a deep breath. Why was he repeating this? What did he expect me to do?

"Amethyst...you and I, we need to talk... Start over,"

"You believe it's that simple?" I stared at him in sheer disbelief. My positive memories of him had become hazy. My knowledge of him was sparse, and the same held true for his perception of me. If we weren't bound as mates, I was certain he wouldn't even consider me as a woman. He saw me as an enemy, and I held that belief.

For months on end, I actually believed him—believed his wo