SOLANA
Roman stared at the floor, a forlorn expression on his face. Nigel's statements had shattered my heart too. But my husband seemed to be more affected by it.
"It means I am guilty after all," he croaked, tears clouding his eyes.
"No, dearest. Don't say that—" I started to say, but then he looked up and met my gaze. The pain in his eyes made me feel like I'd just been stabbed.
"I don't remember," he choked out, and I moved over to embrace him, holding him tight.
"It wasn't your fault, Alpha," Nigel said, placing a hand on his Alpha's back.
"I should've known. That voice in my head was clearly an enemy. If I'd—"
"No," I breathed, pressing a kiss to his hair, the sweet smell of his shampoo caressing my nostrils. "You couldn't have known. It's a good thing Nigel's tie with Zamora
