Kaelen's POV
“You’re just repeating yourself,” I say finally, the words low, measured. My voice carries the weight of all the nights I’ve spent piecing together her truths from her lies, of every time I trusted her and found the foundation of that trust hollow. “Over and over. You’re looping the same manipulations, the same rehearsed arguments. Just like you always have.”
Her eyes widen, a flicker of shock—or is it calculated feigned shock?—crossing her face. I don’t pause. I keep my gaze locked, my wolf simmering beneath the surface, teeth bared at the memory of every time she has used this same weapon against me. Her silence is useless. I don’t need her words. I see the pattern. I know it.
“You’re blackmailing me emotionally,” I continue, my tone sharp, deliberate. “Just like you did
