Chapter 195. It’s Time for Two Weddings

Ryder POV

I knew this would happen. I fucking knew it.

The second my eyes landed on that portrait of her, the woman who ruined and traumatised

my childhood,everything came crashing back. The screaming. The blood. The sound of my father begging on his knees. I didn’t want to come to this goddamn memorial. I hate this place. I hate this family. But Freya asked me to. She genuinely wanted me to try and reunite with Alaric and the rest of the Varkars, even though there’s nothing sweet about any of this fucked-up bloodline.

I didn’t want to hurt my bunny. So I came.

And now I’m paying for it.

I thought maybe after all these years I could handle seeing her face without losing my shit. But the trauma never left. It’s still killing me from the inside.

A low, bitter chuckle slipped out of me as I sat in the dim room, head thrown back. The worst part? Freya’s probably going to see me as the monster I really am now. She’ll finally run. And hones