Pete’s POV
I was not proud of what happened at dinner.
The image of Leia standing there, unacknowledged and humiliated before the entire pack, refused to leave my mind. I had seen it. I had felt it. The way her eyes searched for me, even for the smallest sign that I would step in and correct what was happening. And I did nothing.
My jaw tightened as I sat alone in my office, staring at the untouched glass of whiskey on my desk. The room felt suffocatingly quiet, but my thoughts were anything but.
‘You failed her. Keep doing this and we will lose our mate. Why do you even care about that…woman?’
My wolf, Tamer’s voice cut through my mind, sharp and unforgiving.
‘I had no choice,’ I muttered under my breath, though the words sounded hollow even to me. 'You always have a choice.'
I exh
