Dravina’s POV
Malrik’s eyes burned with a tempest of fury and sorrow, but he said nothing. His grip on my hand remained firm silent, unwavering, and strangely comforting.
“It was just dancing,” I whispered, my voice cracking under the strain of the memory. “Just a harmless conversation with another Alpha.”
I swallowed hard.
“But that was enough,” I went on, voice trembling. “Enough for my husband to ‘discipline’ me that night. He didn’t care that it meant nothing. That I was only trying to be a gracious hostess. All he saw was betrayal.”
The memory sliced through me, jagged and cruel. I shuddered, unable to hold back the tears anymore.
“But the real danger came the next morning,” I rasped, choking on the words. “That Alpha the one I danced with he called my husband. Told him I’d trie
