Alpha Dax’s POV
She wouldn’t look at me.
I was on my knees in the dark of the room. Rain drummed on the roof of a house I didn’t own. My hands were empty and wet. I reached, and she turned her face away.
“Elena,” I said. My voice broke. It sounded small in the room.
She folded her arms like a shield. “Go back to your wife,” she said. The words were flat, but they landed on me like stone.
“I don’t have a wife,” I said. I sounded pathetic, and I knew it, but the wolf inside my ribs wanted to tear the world open. My hands shook as I tried to take her wrist, and she pulled back.
“I want nothing to do with you, Dax,” she said. Her eyes were calm. Her jaw was hard.
I begged then. She listened like she was counting the promises and discarding them one by one. She felt so re
