Alpha Tristan ✓ [Republishing]

Triantapente [ 35 ]

author's note: what are your opinions of the characters? (Tristan and Kara)

The letter was worn and rough at the edges.

The envelope had simple writing on it with just 'To Dahliah' written in dark blue ink. I glanced up at Tristan who was standing in front of me, staring at the letter he had just given me.

"He really wrote this?"

Tristan's jaw muscles tightened as he nodded once. "Every word."

Lifting the flap of the envelope, I pulled the piece of paper out and began reading with a heavy sense of discomfort.

'To Dahliah'

The war must end. And I must be the one to end it. Dozens of my people have died and it's all because of Tristan.

He has this sense of bloodlust that I believe will never be sated. He's stronger than Møller and I anticipated, and quite frankly, he's a monster.

He paints the snow red and his anger is relentless. It's why Møller had to bring him up the way he did. Alone. Because no one should have that much power if they're unworthy and incapable.

The lands belong to me, not him.

I can't wait to see the life fade in his eyes. I can't wait to hear his lungs exhale his last breath. I need him to die, Dahliah. People have suffered enough.

He has made people suffer for too long, and I shall be their saviour.

When this is all over, I'd like to see you. Ivaana has died. I can't find my son anywhere but I fear he is dead too. I need family, Dahlia. Without my mate, everything seems dark. I want to see if you are enough for me now.

I'll write to you again once Tristan dies by my hand. I miss you.

Samuel.'

My heart constricted in anger and the heartbreak took me at a stronghold. Carew seemed to think the world revolved around him, and the way he wrote about ending Tristan's life brought tears to my eyes. I couldn't believe that this man was my father.

I glanced up at him, placing the paper down on the counter before standing up and wrapping my arms around his shoulders. I pulled him into a warm embrace as my voice shook.

"You're twice the man he was, Tristan. More than that." I dug my face into his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around my waist. The anger simmered in his chest. "He's the monster."