Author's pov
The morning Alpha Damien left in a rush, he forgot to give Aria her usual medication.
She slept late, her body heavy and sore, and by the time she pulled herself out of the tangled sheets, West Cottage was already calling.
The chores never waited for anyone.
She moved through them mechanically, too tired to make the trip into town for her refill.
It wasn't until evening that she learned Alpha Damien had left New York.
Unlike his other business trips, he didn't call that night.
She lay awake in their bed, the air still thick with his scent, every silence pressing against her chest.
She sent him a text, but it disappeared into nothing.
There was no reply and no sign that he had even read it.
Her wolf, Lily, moved restlessly inside her, claws scrat
