Snow fell hard outside. Julian stood on the porch, clutching the amniocentesis report. No biological relation stabbed his eyes like icicles. His assistant handed him evidence salvaged from the castle's mailbox—a report on the frenzy-inducing herbs in the bouquet.
That "apology" beast show was no accident. It was a calculated attempt to kill Clara. And he, ignoring her protests, had forced her into the arena, where the beasts mauled her, snapping her ribs, nearly ending her life—while he shielded Lydia nearby.
But that wasn't the worst of his sins. For Lydia and a pup that wasn't his, he'd lied about pack business, ordered healers not to restore Clara's sight, leaving her in darkness for five terrified years. While Lydia simpered in his arms, he'd abandoned Clara on a snowy mountain, her
