I shouldn’t be doing this.
That thought looped in my head as I moved down the dark hallways of the packhouse, my breath shallow, my senses alert. The flickering torches cast long shadows, and every creak beneath my feet sent a ripple of unease through my chest.
I had nothing to fear. Not really.
Yet, my hands were cold as I curled my fingers into fists.
Because this wasn’t just about sneaking around—it was about him.
Theo.
Or the man I thought he was.
The doubts had started small, creeping in through the cracks left behind by his death. They festered with every whisper, every comment Luca made, every lingering look Caius threw my way.
They had called Theo weak. A foolish Omega. Someone unworthy.
And yet, deep inside me, something refused to accept that.
The Theo I knew—the man I
