Chapter Forty-five

Alpha Bartholomew's heart swelled with a combination of pleasure and ache as he welcomed Nadine lower back into the safety of the palace partitions. The sight of his daughter, alive and nicely, added significant remedy and gratitude. Yet, deep inside his soul, he carried the heavy burden of the selection he had to make—for the sake of his people, he needed to ship her away.

As Nadine stood earlier than him, her eyes shining with determination and her spirit unyielding, Alpha Bartholomew couldn't assist but wonder at the female she had emerged as. She had grown in ways he could have by no means imagined, showing energy, compassion, and a resolute feel of obligation that matched his very own.

"Nadine, my beloved daughter," he spoke, his voice tinged with both pleasure and sorrow, resonating through the room like a gentle melody. The years of separation had etched lines of wisdom and longing on his face, but his eyes still sparkled with the same warmth that Nadine remembered from her chi