CHAPTER 82 After The War

　　Desiree

　　Adam held me in the shower and wept.

　　"I am sorry, Desiree," he said. I knew Adam could remember what happened. I tried to ease his pain, but he was hard on himself.

　　"I wanted to kill you and our baby," he accused himself, " I was hungry for blood and magic, and I couldn't control it," he said, and I held him. I pulled him out of the shower. Although he was Alpha, he was allowed to be vulnerable in my arms. So I dried his body and mine, led him to the bed and held him the best way I could while he wept. I knew I couldn't stop him from blaming himself, so I just held him.

　　"You did what you had to do to save us, Adam. Don't blame yourself. Blame that witch, Maria, for trying to destroy our utopia." I told him, and he did not let up.

　　"I wanted your blood, Desiree, and your magic," He argued, and I squeezed him tighter.