XARION'S POV
The moment I step into my mansion, the silence hits harder than usual. The sound of the front door closing shut echoes too loudly in the entryway, like it’s mocking me for coming home alone. Again.
I take off my jacket, letting it drop carelessly over the arm of the couch, and I press my hands to my face, dragging them down slowly.
I feel... hollow. Frustrated. Angry at myself.
Everything that happened earlier, Makayla’s laugh, Maverick’s cautious eyes, Megan’s fury, keeps circling in my head like a damn curse I can’t shake off.
I should never have pushed her away four years ago. I know that now. I've known it every second since I saw those kids and my wolf called them ‘mine'.
I let out a tired breath and head upstairs to my bathroom. I need to wash off the ache settlin
