The Alpha King's Reluctant Bride (Ava and Grayson) novel Chapter 68

– Ava’s POV-

I hated the concept of death.

How could someone be here one moment, breathing, laughing, living-

and the next, just gone? Their voice, the warmth of their touch, the familiarity of their presence, all erased as if they never been there at all.

As I looked at Mikayla carlier, the fear in her eyes had shattered me. She was so close to losing her mother. I could see how it was eating a It felt so cruel, so utterly senseless, and I despised it.

The exhaustion hit me like a wave, a heavy

weight dragging me down. I kicked off my shoes and let myself fall back onto the bed, sinking into the mattress, staring up at the ceiling as i The note crept into my mind, unbidden.noveldrama

The note that Grayson had left behind. My mind went back to Tessa and I wondered if, lying there, uncertain of whether she’d see another s Would I end up having what ifs too when my time came?”

Pushing myself up, I wandered over to the window, staring out at the horizon where dark clouds were beginning to gather. 1 watched as the Isabella had gone to talk to Rickon after what happened with Tesa, the close brush with death awakening something in her, She was realizi With a sigh, I pulled out some clean clothes and decided

to take a shower, hoping it might wash away some of the weight clinging to my skin. I stepped into the bathroom, peeling off my clothes slov letting it run until it was almost scalding, and stepped under the spray.

The first rush of water cascaded over me, hot and relentless, enveloping me in a cloud of steam. It was

a shock at first, almost too hot, but as it soaked into my skin, 1 felt myself begin to relax, inch by inch. The heat seeped into my muscles, un

I focused on

the feeling, the water drumming against my scalp, tracing down the curves of my body, slipping over my shoulders, down my arms, over my go of everything-of death, of worry, of fear.

Finally, I shut off the water, stepping out of the shower into the coolness of the bathroom. I wrapped myself in a towel. feeling the contrast of as I’d expected, soft at first, just a drizzle tapping against the glass. But as I watched, the droplets grew larger, faster, merging into rivulets th

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