JACKSON
“Confess?” I repeated, my voice low but laced with suspicion. “Are you not innocent?” My gaze bore into him, searching for cracks in his facade. Liam’s head hung low, his shoulders hunched like a man who had long been waiting for this moment.
The guilt was written all over him. It was there in the way he kept his eyes to the floor, refusing to meet mine. Yet, I hadn’t expected him to turn up willingly. It unsettled me.
“No, Alpha, I’m not innocent,” he admitted, his voice steady but trembling at the edges. “If I don’t do this, someone else will. And they might twist it. Add lies to the truth. But I want to tell you myself, explain it so you’ll see I only ever meant to protect you.”
He stayed kneeling, his body rigid, his posture almost groveling. His words sounded rehearsed, as
