SOLANA
My husband's features darkened instantly.
"She is my wife, Alaric. If you so badly wish to stir up a war between the both of us, I'll advise you not to. Alpha king or not, if you overstep the boundary again, I'll make you regret it," he said and hung up. My heart pounded faster, a knot forming in my belly.
"I don't understand. Why would he say something like that to you?" I said, and Roman set his phone down slowly.
"He's making it clear that he's not giving up on you," he said, and I stiffened.
"Then why did he bother with apologizing?"
Roman's gaze met mine. It was stormy and simmering with anger.
"He's a snake. I should never have let you go to him," he uttered.
I lowered my gaze, struck by remorse.
"No, it was all my fault. If I hadn't insisted—"
The corner of his lips
