Zaria didn’t expect to see him.
Not this soon.
Not in her world.
But there he was, standing in the lobby of her firm, surrounded by marble walls and shocked receptionists. Alpha Kael. Her ex-husband. Her former mate. The man who discarded her like she was nothing.
She stepped off the elevator, heels clicking like gunshots, spine straight, face unreadable.
“Zaria,” he breathed.
She stopped a few feet away, arms folded. “You’re trespassing.”
“I needed to see you.”
“You saw me. Now leave.”
His jaw tightened. “Can we talk? Alone?”
She stared at him, this man who once ripped her heart in two, who chose a powerless omega over her, who served her divorce papers without a flicker of remorse. And now… he looked like a ghost of himself. Hollow eyes. Sleepless skin. Even his aura felt weake
