Theo's POV
As Alpha Noah described the rogue attack and the measures taken to prevent it, Fiona sat there like a statue—calm, composed, and emotionless. But I knew her too well. Beneath that façade of strength was the same woman I had seen during her trial, when she faced charges for murdering her adoptive parents. That pain, the anguish of losing them, was something she buried deep inside herself, acting as if it didn’t exist.
But it was there. I’d seen it.
When her gaze briefly flicked to mine, my heart skipped a beat. For just a second, I thought I saw something—some spark of warmth—but then her eyes moved on, cold and distant. In that moment, my heart stopped completely. My bear roared within me, clawing at my chest, begging Fiona to come back, to end this torment.
My anger surged—
