Chapter 29
Trista's POV
His voice lifted, edged with Alpha firmness. "Trista, stop labeling her. She is not like that."
The air felt compressed. My ears started to buzz.
I looked up at him. The "thread" behind my sternum snapped and immediately tightened painfully.
I saw his knuckles clench, his jawline lock—that wasn't an explanation. That was a position. It was defense.
And the person he was defending wasn't me.
I had said so much, yet all he focused on was that I had labeled his beloved a homewrecker.
My wolf let out a weak whimper in my consciousness.
I gave a self-mocking laugh and leveled my voice, "Fine. Then the one who isn't loved must be the one who doesn't belong, right?"
He had no reply.
That faint soothing scent circled me, but my scent gland patch firmly blocked it
