Chapter 90

***Celeste's POV**

Three days of pacing. Three days of staring at Ronan's bedroom window from the gardens below. Three days of watching guards march past his door like he was some common criminal instead of the future Alpha I was supposed to marry.

My fingernails were bitten down to the quick. My perfect hair hung in tangles around my shoulders. The servants whispered when they thought I couldn't hear, calling me desperate, calling me pathetic.

They weren't ...