Elodie's POV~
Today, Dante looked the same as always, tall, impossibly composed, and devastatingly handsome. And yet, his presence still hurts me. His expression didn't even flicker when his eyes brushed over me. If anything, it grew colder, like frost crawling over glass.
Not a word. Not a pause. Just that hollow glance before he looked away and kept walking.
I swallowed hard and lowered my gaze. My voice came out in barely a whisper, a pathetic habit I hadn't shaken off even after all this time.
"Alpha Dante…"
He didn't stop. Didn't acknowledge me. Just passed me like I was another faceless wolf in the hall. My heart tightened so painfully I thought it might tear open, but I forced my legs to move. I walked in after him, breathing shallowly, fighting the burn in my throat.
I tried
