Lucian's POV
I stared at Nadia for what felt like an eternity.
A full minute of heavy, suffocating silence stretched between us as her words, her words, echoed off the walls.
She looked so fragile sitting there in our bed, yet her eyes were hard, flashing with a defiance I hadn't seen in the entire year she'd been my mate.
The urge to growl, to reclaim my dominance, was clawing at my throat, but I forced it down. My wolf was restless, pacing behind my ribs, confused by the scent of her hurt and the sharp tang of her anger.
Without a word, I turned on my heel and walked out, the door clicking shut with a finality that felt heavier than it should have.
I didn't go back to our bedroom that night. I spent the remaining hours in my study, nursing a glass of bourbon that tasted like ash
