Zara Fen POV,
The interior of the SUV was a tomb of expensive leather and the smell of fading sandalwood. Outside, the Gray Peaks were a blurred smear of white and black, the snow lashing against the windshield like a thousand tiny needles.
I was shivering. Not just from the mountain frost that had seeped into my marrow, but from the vibration of Alpha Lir’s voice still echoing in my skull rent free.
I gripped the edge of the seat, my knuckles white. I felt small. I had walked into that lodge as the Head of a Guild, and I had walked out as a scandal.
"Stop it, Zara."
Alpha Silas’s voice was low, rough with a frustration he wasn't trying to hide. He didn't look at me, his eyes were locked on the treacherous, winding road.
"Stop what?" I whispered, my voice cracking.
"Stop apologizin
