The silence after the hospital attack was worse than the fire.
It followed Aria back to the pack like a shadow that refused to leave—thick, suffocating, watching.
Dominic and Adrian didn’t speak during the entire ride.
They stayed close. Too close. Like guards instead of mates.
Aria felt it. She knew she did something wrong by not trusting them but the damage was done.
That subtle shift—where love turned brittle.
Where fear started asking ugly questions.
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They finally stopped inside the guest wing.
Adrian shut the door harder than necessary.
Dominic turned to her, jaw clenched so tight the vein in his neck throbbed.
“You were pregnant,” he said flatly.
Aria closed her eyes.
“And you didn’t tell us,” Adrian added, voice low, wounded. “Not after everything.”
She opened
