With Zarinah dead, there were no big threats to Alexei. Those that remained were the threats they could easily eliminate. It wasn't something they had to worry about, maybe that's why they didn't mind it anyway.
The rogues would come and attack occasionally, but they were like headless chickens. The hunters had been hunted down and had no one on their side anymore. Which only meant the rogues had no one to lead them.
Their cult had been disarranged more times than anyone could count, but he didn't care. The rogues hadn't taken her away from him, so he wouldn't pick a fight with them, at least for the moment.
He became the guard of the place he had called home. Darius had always told him that things would be better, and he was still saying that even now, years and years after she had abandoned their promise.
