Aria couldn’t sleep. The revelation of her father’s death, the revelation of the assassination attempt on her, and Lucas’s confession churned in her stomach like a storm. Her wolf whimpered in the back of her mind, restless, angry, confused.
Dominic sat beside her bed, leaning on the edge, eyes sharp. “You’re not sleeping again.”
She shook her head. “I can’t. Too many things… too many lies.”
“You’re not imagining it,” Adrian said from the doorway, arms crossed, his Alpha energy simmering. “They didn’t just kill your father. Someone wanted you gone. Someone who knew how to fake a scent.”
Her heart thudded violently. “Then… then Lucas didn’t lie. He wasn’t there to kill him. He tried to save him but he was late because he himself fell prey to his father's attack, right?”
Dominic let out
