Chapter Eighty- Two

I couldn't sleep throughout the night. All I kept thinking about was what Sophia had said to me in regards to the ball that was being held in the white pack. A ball being held to search for Alexander's mate. A ball that I was invited to, in order to witness Alexander union with his supposed mate.

It was only midnight when I stood up from my bed, I headed right into my bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. Pathetic. That was how I could describe my current situation. Alexander had confessed his feelings for me, yet he was still planning on finding his mate. . .or did he even mean anything he had said to me? Did he fake the passion in the kiss we both shared? Was it all a facade he had worn?

A fool. . .that was what he had taken me for, and I had been so dumb to fall for it.

"Why?" I murmured, fixing my gaze upon my own reflection. Alexander had ruthlessly played with my heart, leaving me to pick up the shattered pieces. "But why did he do that? Why?"

I needed an answer, to kn