As Cedric woke up entangled in the sheets with his mate pressed tightly against his side, he couldn’t help but think that this was life. For the first time in a long time, Cedric felt fulfilled. Everything was perfect. With Marisol by his side, he felt like he could do anything. He was happy, content, and peaceful. What more could a man ask for?
However, there was one thing that sat heavy on his mind, and that was Marisol’s obvious turmoil regarding the decision she had to make. He was aware that she’d been in a dilemma for the last few days but had been pretending and even going as far as thinking only happy thoughts whenever he was around.
He wanted to ease her burden, and so a plan had begun to take root in his mind. He could make things easier for Marisol by relinquishing his position as Alpha so that he and Marisol could return to her pack.
All they needed to do was wait until the prophecy was fulfilled, and then they would leave.
The decision had put Cedric in a bit of a tight spot too, because not only did it mean he would be abandoning his birthright and his pack, but he would also be trapping his brother permanently in Redwood, but he was ready to do all that and more for Marisol. He didn’t want a title if it meant his mate would be unhappy and unsatisfied for the rest of her days.
If they’d met under different circumstances, it would have been different. However, she’d been tricked and kept here like a prisoner. It would be too unfair to her to make another decision that would take away her right to choose and her freedom.
‘It’s better this way,’ Cedric thought with a determined nod. He couldn’t stand to lose Marisol, and this was the only way to make sure of that.
As if sensing the turmoil in his mind, Marisol stirred, “Cedric,” she murmured, and Cedric leaned closer to her, humming in answer.