Kaida
“Kaida, you must understand something,” Helena’s voice cut through the soft murmur of the cafeteria, as sharp and cold as the northern winds. She sat across from me, her fingers wrapped around a cup of tea, but her piercing gaze held no warmth. “Bastian is the Alpha of the Darkmoor pack. His reputation is everything. And your presence here… it’s ruining everything he’s built.”
I blinked, her words hitting me like a punch to the gut. I had barely touched the coffee I’d ordered, my appetite lost the moment I sat down across from her. I had known this conversation wouldn’t be pleasant, but I hadn’t expected Helena to be so direct—so harsh.
“I’m not trying to ruin anything,” I said softly, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions brewing inside me. “I care about Bastian. He’s bee
