Dalton's POV
I had a one-week intensive training coming up, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t make time for Emily. Even in the middle of drills, sparring, and whatever insane routines the Alpha wanted to throw at us, my mind would be here… with her.
Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling she was hiding something. It wasn’t just her guarded looks or the way she paused before answering certain questions—it was the weight in her silence, the way her eyes seemed to drift somewhere far away when she thought I wasn’t looking. I knew she had a life back there. Someone she loved. Someone she wanted to marry. And I knew that if I was a good man, I’d let her go back to it.
But I’m not that good.
I can’t. I won’t.
The thought of her walking out of here, back into someone else’s arms, makes something
