If Dmitry couldn't be with her, then she would stay with his family. She didn't want to become an added burden on him, when he was already so stressed. Being Dmitry’s mate was like being married to a prince. Affairs of the state always came first. Is that what she wanted for her life? Violet was making her way downstairs, when she heard sobbing coming from a room down the hall. Her first thought was Sonya was suffering from her grief. She quickly made her way to the door. But, when she looked in, it was Alena who was crying her heart out on the bed. “Alena, what is it? What has happened?” Violet rushed over and smoothed the hair away from Alena’s face. Alena cried harder as Violet grabbed a tissue from the box on the table and held one out. “Come on, Alena. I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong. Do you want me to call Yelena?” she asked. “No....” said Alena between sobs. “He doesn't love me....” Violet felt more confused than ever. “Who doesn't love you?”
