Tyla’s POV
Arthur froze when I said the words.
“My bloodline… wasn’t supposed to exist.”
His eyes darkened in that way they always did when he sensed danger—when his wolf rose just beneath the surface, ready to destroy anything that threatened me.
“Tyla,” he said slowly, almost carefully, “tell me exactly what you mean.”
I swallowed, my throat tight, my heart thudding painfully against my ribs. My body still felt weak—drained from whatever I had done to him. But the fear churning inside me was worse than the physical exhaustion.
Because once Arthur knew the truth, everything between us could change.
He could start seeing me like everyone else eventually did.
Dangerous.
Wrong.
A mistake.
“I’m not sure where to begin,” I whispered.
“Begin with this.” Arthur moved closer to the be
