ALEXANDER
Emmaline’s words had sliced through me like steel.
“It would have been better if you left me to die.”
For a moment, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. My wolf thrashed violently inside me, howling, clawing at my chest, demanding I deny her, demanding I fight back against the poison in her voice. But I didn’t . I couldn’t. Because the truth is that I deserve it. Every syllable. Every ounce of her hatred.
Her eyes, once the light that cut through the shadows of my world, were now colder than ice. And the way she looked at me… as if I wasn’t the man she once used to love, but a grave mistake carved into her life, a wound that’s refused to close.
I wanted to speak. I wanted to tell her that she was wrong. I wanted to beg her to believe me, to see me, to know that I would burn th
