Andrea's POV
I slammed my door shut, the sound echoing through the room like my own frustration. Throwing myself onto the bed, I let out a groan and buried my face in my pillow.
My thoughts were a chaotic mess, spinning so fast they made my head hurt. It wasn’t Emma I was mad at—it was me. I hated myself for every lie, every betrayal, every secret I’d kept from her.
If only she knew. Knew that I’d betrayed her in ways she couldn’t even imagine. That I had a mate, and he—no, we—were the reason Camila was dead. She thought I was innocent, incapable of harm. The irony burned in my chest.
And now? Now, she didn’t even remember. Not everything, anyway. The memories she lost were the ones that mattered most. Like the time she was accused of killing the Alpha’s mate, Camila. She hadn’t done
