The wind howled outside the walls of Elias’s fortress, the tension between the two packs thick in the air. I stood in front of a mirror, my reflection a reminder of everything that had changed. I was no longer the rejected mate of Magnus; I was Elias’s—whether I fully believed it or not.
But doubt, like a slow poison, had begun to creep in.
A soft knock on the door broke me from my thoughts. “Lena, we need to talk,” Elias said, his voice filled with that quiet authority that made everything feel like it could go wrong at any moment.
I turned, trying to hide the anxiety that had been gnawing at my chest. “What is it?”
He stepped into the room, his gaze immediately scanning me, as if searching for any sign of distress. “You know the truth of what we share,” he said, voice firm, but there
