CLAIRE'S POV
I blinked up into the darkness—my sightless gaze fixed on the ceiling, while a strong arm remained draped across my waist, anchoring me in place.
It was morning. I could feel the warmth of sunlight filtering through the curtains, brushing my face.
Last night was the first time Ethan had ever been that patient… that gentle with me in bed. But even then, all I felt was aversion.
Every time he touched me, his betrayal echoed louder—tainting every caress. I kept wondering if he had touched Isabella the same way he touched me. The thought alone made my stomach churn.
I hated myself for giving in.
Maybe it was a weakness.
Or maybe… that was just our last goodbye.
Before my thoughts could spiral into a mess, a soft knock came from outside the door.
“Alpha Pierce, Assistant
