Markus
The hangover from that night still lingered two days later, but it was nothing compared to the storm inside my head. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep properly. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Felicia’s face on the pack grounds — pale, shocked, one hand flying to her stomach like she was protecting something precious.
I sat in my office again, staring at the wall. The palace felt too big and too empty. My wolf was still mostly silent, but every now and then he sent me waves of anger mixed with sadness. He missed her. He wanted her back. And he kept reminding me that I was the one who had sent her away.
I mind-linked Mason. Come to my office. Alone.
He arrived ten minutes later. For the first time in days, he didn’t look at me like I was a stranger. He closed the door behind hi
