Chapter 44
Trista's POV
The scent of silver-leaf disinfectant and purifying incense was thick in the observation room. It was like an invisible salt scraping my throat, leaving a subtle, warm sting.
The emotional backlash arrived faster than I expected—clusters of sharp sparks exploded from within my bones, hitting the skin and pushing my pheromones to the brink.
The words from the study replayed repeatedly in my head.
The person he wanted, the one he always loved, was Samantha.
His happiness was ruined. That child was his.
He would be responsible for them to the end.
With every word that landed, the buzzing in my ears ratcheted up a notch, like someone increasing the volume of a judgment.
My fingertips began to go numb, as if holding a live wire. The wolf in my chest hammered rhy
