Sophia
As the tinted glass window of the car rolled down, my breath caught in my throat.
Caleb.
There he was, disheveled, desperate, and standing at the gates of the manor like a ghost from another life.
I hadn’t seen him since the day he stood silently beside Sonya while I was dragged away in handcuffs. Back then, his silence had spoken volumes. And now, so did his presence.
But the man before me wasn’t the proud Alpha I had once known.
His once-polished shoes were covered in dust, and his signature tailored suit hung loosely on him, wrinkled and stained.
The lines on his face had deepened, and his eyes were hollow, like someone who hadn’t truly slept in days.
I stared at him, unsure what emotion to feel. Pity? Disgust? Curiosity?
He didn’t speak.
He didn’t shout or plead or
