CATRIONA
Eliana’s transfixed stare unsettled me, her wide, haunted eyes making me feel like the villain in a scene I didn’t script. What had I even said? Where on earth did Luciana come into this?
“How is it possible?” she whispered, as though I’d just recited a prophecy.
“I… I’m… so… sorry,” I stammered, voice barely audible over the chaos in my head. Fear, confusion, and shame all tangled inside me, choking every word.
Then the door flew open.
Sandra strode in, a plate of food in her hands, her sharp eyes darting between us. She placed the dish on the table, then zeroed in on me. “What the hell did you do to her this time?” she snapped, stepping between us protectively. “Did she hurt you again?” she barked at Eliana.
“Sandra, it’s not what it looks like, I—”
“Alpha’s forgiven you
