Chapter 18
Amara’s POV
His large palm felt like a furnace against my cold skin, but the heat wasn't enough to burn away the sharp, terrifying reality settling into my bones.
Alpha Raymond.
The name alone had crushed kingdoms. Standing in this immaculate, high-tech corridor with his silver eyes fixed on mine, holding the hand of a man who owned entire defense syndicate networks and commanded armies, I felt smaller than I ever had in my life. And yet, beneath the staggering weight of his identity, the raw, humiliating truth of my situation rose up to choke me.
He was offering me a fortress. He was offering me his home.
And I was a broken, disgraced former Luna who had stumbled into his bed during a moment of weak, desperate agony in a Florence lounge.
I slowly slid my hand out of his
