Alaric was pacing the room when the door suddenly snapped open and his parents walked in.
"We are leaving right now," Zara announced before the door had even shut.
"What?" Alaric blinked, not sure he heard right. His gaze swung to his father in question.
Caspian sighed, his voice tired. "You heard your mother. We are going home."
"No. No, no." Alaric shook his head. "I can’t leave right now."
Zara jutted her chin. "And why is that?" Her eyes locked on his. "Because of Violet Purple?"
Alaric didn’t answer, his Adam’s apple bobbing instead.
Zara stepped closer, desperation flashing in her eyes as she stared him down. "What has that girl done to you? I can’t even recognize my son anymore."
"She did nothing to me, Mom. I just can’t leave. I have to be here when she comes back with the others."
Those words scraped against Zara’s nerves, and she lost it. "That girl has a mate!" she screamed. "Two, in fact! So what exactly are you waiting for?"
Alaric groaned, dragging a hand through his hair. He had no choice but to tell her the truth.
"There is a prophecy," he said. "Violet Purple is destined for the four of us. Griffin was the first. Now Roman is mated to her. Asher and I could be next. That’s why I have to stay close to her, Mother. We need to be together more than ever!."
But his words seemed to vanish in the air. Zara’s face drained of color, her expression going pale. It was as if the blood had dried out of her veins.
Her son had finally lost it.
"Where did you hear that?"
"What?"
"The so-called prophecy."
Alaric hesitated before finally confessing. "Alpha Irene."
"Is that so?" Zara’s tone turned bitter. "So she’s the one corrupting my son?"
"What?" Alaric was taken aback. That wasn’t the response he expected. He thought now that he had told his mother the truth, she would understand his decision to stay.
"But don’t worry. Everything will be alright soon." Zara smiled, bittersweet.
"What?" A sudden unease gripped him. He knew his mother was stubborn, but this was different.
"I’m sorry, son," Caspian said quietly from behind him. Before Alaric realized it, a jab hit his neck.
He groaned as the liquid rushed into his bloodstream. Whirling around, he ripped the needle out, but it was nearly empty.
"No," he said wide-eyed, realizing what it was. His father had tranquilized him.
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