ALEXANDER
The drive to Emmaline’s pack is longer than I remember. But maybe it only feels so because of the impatience coursing through my veins, twisting tighter with every passing mile. The trees blur past in a dark green rush, but all I can focus on is the weight in my chest that hasn’t eased since I found out that she’s pregnant. Every second I’m away from her feels like another piece of me being dragged across broken glass. I hate it—hate that I still feel this way. Hate that no matter how much anger I carry, no matter how deep the betrayal cut, she still has this power over me.
Enzo sits in silence beside me, his eyes fixed on the road. He doesn’t try to speak, and I’m grateful for it. There’s nothing left to say. Every thought in my head circles back to her anyway—her voice, her s
