Chapter 85: Hidden Feelings
(Connor's POV)
My phone buzzed again. Another message from Alexander Stone wasn’t long, but it carried enough weight to knock the air out of my lungs.
“At that time, I was afraid to hear her say she was sorry, that she had chosen another wolf.”
I read it again, then again, like the words would change on the fourth pass. They didn’t.
“Lucas,” I said, my voice just above a whisper. The weight of it felt like it would crush me if I didn’t say it out loud. “He remembers. He’s talking about the exact pack training session we were at ten years ago. The exact words.”
Lucas leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed, his amber eyes narrowing. “Alright, let me hear it again. What did he say back then? Because I swear this memory of yours is like a steel trap.
