GIDEON
Isla took a step back, and my wolf whined so loudly I almost thought she heard him.
But then she looked away, and my heart broke as I sensed how far away she was even if she was still right in front of me.
“I loved him,” she said, and each word was a knife. “For eight years, I loved him.”
“I know.”
“He promised me forever.”
“He lied.”
“And you?” Her chin lifted, defiance cutting through the grief. “What are you promising me, Gideon Crossbane? What pretty words do Alphas like you use to get what you want?”
“None.” I held her gaze. “I’m not going to make you promises I might not be able to keep. I’m not going to tell you this will be easy, or that loving me won’t come with complications. I’m the Apex. My life is politics and power plays and enemies who’d use you to get to me
