Her heart was still beating, inside the woman who destroyed me. My chest tightened painfully.
I didn’t even notice the door open until a deep voice interrupted the silence.
“Zera?”
I stiffened, quickly wiping my tears. Alpha Jeremiah stood at the doorway, tall and composed, his scent filling the room, that familiar mix of pinewood and smoke that once made me feel safe.
Now it only made me sick.
He glanced around, his eyes landing on the open suitcases and the scattered papers on the floor. “What are you doing? What’s all this?”
I forced a smile, keeping my tone even. “Just rearranging my closet.”
His brows furrowed. “Rearranging? It looks like you’re moving out.”
“If I were,” I said softly, folding another piece of clothing, “would it matter?”
He hesitated, but before he could answer, another scent invaded the air, sweet, floral, nauseatingly familiar.
Hannah. I froze. My hands curled into fists as she stepped into the room behind him, her belly barely showing but glowing with arrogance. The mate bond between Jeremiah and me pulsed painfully, warning me of the betrayal standing beside him.