Lyra POV
The bedroom was a suffocating cage, its cedar-scented air heavy with the weight of Jaxon’s words—“I saw you kissing him, and you were kissing him back”—each syllable a blade that sliced through my heart, leaving it raw and bleeding. His gray eyes, usually warm with love, were shadowed with pain, glistening with unshed tears, his broad frame tense, his hands clenched at his sides as he stood by the window, the dawn light casting stark shadows across his face.
My she-wolf whimpered, her guilt a claw in my chest, mirroring the shame that burned through me, the memory of Darius’s kiss—its electric heat, its tempting pull—still lingering on my lips, a betrayal I couldn’t erase. My hands trembled, my dark hair falling loose from its braid, brushing my sweater as I stood frozen, my ha
