Chapitre 66: A foreboding ritual

When Vivian decided to humour Soran's methods, she never imagined he'd lead her to a dastardly old ritual chamber where the odour of death hung gravely in the air.

Truth be told, her impulsiveness was still prevalent.

Ronan was going to raise hell when he found out she was mingling with Soran's shady tactics.

However, Vivian decided if the Lycan Alpha, who promised her there would no longer be any distance or space between them, who promised he'd no longer push her away or keep her at arm's length, resorted to the exact opposite of his bittersweet promises, why shouldn't she be rebellious?

Thus, it didn't matter if she went through with this or not.

For one, she prayed desperately she wouldn't be unfortunate enough to land herself back into Alaric's clutches or to rely on him to expel the curse from her body.

She wasn't entirely sure she'd survive or stomach the thought of Alaric handling her body as he pleased.