Third-Person POV
"She won't." Ethan shook his head again, his voice firm and unyielding. He could see it with absolute clarity now. Lane carried the fierce, unbendable pride of the Conlays deep within her bones. Once a woman like her turned her back and walked away, she would never look back.
‘You're sad. I can feel it,’ Fenrir, his inner wolf, murmured quietly within their shared consciousness, his mental tail dropping.
"No, I'm not," Ethan snapped back internally.
He stubbornly refused to admit it to his wolf. If Lane was truly never going to return to his side, then he would simply ensure he never regretted letting her go either.
Meanwhile, back in the Royal Court of the Capital, the Alpha King sat in his darkened private chambers, slowly tracing the gilded edge of a small canvas p
