Kieran stared at his phone in disbelief, watching the call disconnect.
She'd hung up on him. Actually hung up. Then blocked his number.
His wolf was absolutely feral—howling, clawing, demanding he track down his mate and drag her home by force if necessary.
"You're not my Alpha anymore."
Those words carved through him like silver blades, leaving wounds that wouldn't heal.
From upstairs at Blissfield Villa, he could hear Brielle's heartbroken wails. Astrid's gentle voice trying to soothe her. His mother's sharp criticism of "that woman" who dared abandon her child.
He climbed the stairs slowly, each step heavier than the last.
When he pushed open Brielle's door, he found his daughter curled in Astrid's lap, face red and blotchy from crying so hard she'd made herself s
