Victoria
I'd nearly packed my bags and walked out on my mate—my Alpha—over what? A glimpse of him with his ex in the market square? The shame of my impulsive reaction burned hot in my chest.
Our bond thrummed with tension as I slipped through the front door. Leo wasn't in the living room or kitchen, though the lingering scent of whiskey told me he'd been drinking. I couldn't blame him. My wolf, Ava, whimpered apologetically inside me, urging me to find him, to make things right.
I found him on the terrace, his powerful silhouette outlined by moonlight, muscles tense beneath his shirt as he gripped the railing.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice still raw from crying. "I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions."
Leo remained silent for several long moments, his jaw working as
