CLAIRE'S POV
He didn’t say a word, but I felt the rapid beating of his heart—a subtle hint that I was right.
I clenched my teeth, trying to calm the rage inside me and ignore the suffocating scent of him wrapping around me.
Then I continued, “Tell me, Alpha Pierce— you always knew Isabella was behind that car accident, didn’t you? She was the one who stole my cornea, and you covered it up for three years. And now… four years later, you killed Connor to cover for her again. If she’s that important to you, why are you still bothering me?”
My lips curled into a sneer, but my hands trembled with the weight of everything I’d held in for too long.
My heart pounded loudly, palms slick with sweat, waiting for the words I needed him to say. But he didn’t answer.
What came next was something
