The next several days fell into a rhythm.
I came every morning. Victoria was almost always there.
She didn't trust me alone with him. That much was obvious.
I didn't care.
Because I genuinely felt nothing for Alpha Ethan anymore.
Three years is a long time. Long enough to set down something heavy and walk away from it for good.
But some things don't care about your detachment.
On the fifth evening, I was organizing my medicine bag in the guest room when the door was pushed open without a knock.
Alpha Ethan.
Alone. Standing in the doorway, his face a shade too pale.
"What are you doing here?" I frowned. "You're supposed to be resting."
He didn't answer. He walked in and closed the door behind him.
"Elena. We need to talk."
His voice was serious.
"About three years ago."
I set
