The recording ended.
Warmth flooded through me—instant, overwhelming—melting away the ice that had been coiling around my limbs for hours.
Ronald loved me. He hadn't done anything wrong. He was just buying flowers for his wife.
And beneath the relief, a flicker of shame: how easily I'd let the pressure of three Alpha brothers circling like wolves around a kill make me doubt the man I'd married.
I lifted my phone with a smile that was equal parts victory and challenge. "See? I told you. Ronald isn't the kind of man who betrays his marriage."
Damian didn't glance at the screen. He scoffed. "That's not devotion. That's a rehearsed line. A distraction tactic. Nothing more."
The warmth evaporated. Hot, defensive fury took its place.
"Not everything is a conspiracy, Mr. Voss. Just because
