Chapter Thirty-Nine
Ana
I sat on the floor of the small, cramped room for a very long time. The silence of the mansion was heavy, and every minute felt like an hour. I kept my eyes fixed on the door, expecting it to burst open at any second.
I was sure that Desmond would come back in a rage. I expected him to point his finger at me and tell me that everything was my fault. In my mind, I could already hear him blaming me for Ema’s sudden pain, even though I had been nowhere near her.
That was his way. Whenever something went wrong for the woman he loved, I was the one who paid the price.
As I sat there, I found myself letting out a low, dry chuckle. It was a sound devoid of any real joy. I couldn't help but think about how truly stupid Desmond was being. He was an Alpha, a man who was
