Camilla's POV
Those golden eyes were just as I remembered. His hair, almost white-blond, and the neat stubble that framed his sharp jawline made him look as cold and untouchable as ever. Even the tuxedo, tailored to his lean frame, sharpened the icy aura around him.
He was still the man I called father. His stance, his voice, the chill in his gaze—unchanged.
A squeeze tightened in my chest, a twisting knot in my stomach. It hurt, but I would never blame him.
It wasn’t easy to have your mate betray you and leave behind a reminder you had no choice but to raise. However broken our bond, the fault had always belonged to the woman who bore me.
“Dad,” I whispered, throat tight, nerves trembling with fear and longing.
“How many times must I tell you? It’s Alpha Marcus, girl.” His words ca
