Zephyr's POV

I sat on the edge of the bed in the small room, staring at my hands. They weren't shaking, I'd expected them to shake.

The ceremony had been brief, Valta had made sure of that. There was no long speeches, no elaborate rituals just the essential words, the binding magic, and the moment when I'd felt... nothing.

Because there was nothing left to feel. The bond was already gone still, I'd watched Avalon stand there looking like a ghost. I watched her smile like she'd won the greatest prize. I mean who wouldn't want to marry an alpha?

"Zephyr." Osilus's crouched in front of me, his hands on...