Back then, Roselia believed it to be impossible. But as her husband carried her bridal style up to his bedroom, his silence astounding, Cecil's words continued to plague her.
'Not even divorce will separate him from you. And even in death, he will find a way to keep you… that is the extent of his obsession.'
Roselia couldn't wrap her head around this idea. She had brushed off the warning then, dismissing it as nothing more than idle worry of a father to his daughter. After all, Cruden was an enigmatic force. He was a man shrouded in power and authority. His every move was respected by those around him. People twice his age paid every attention to his words and actions.
In Roselia's mind, that warning seemed impossible. Cruden was the powerful Alpha of Pack Tiberias, a figure just as feared as it was worshiped by all who knew him. His presence commanded attention. He was a force that moved the world with indomitable will.
