Alpha Jeremiah, my husband, had his lips pressed against Hannah Linston’s neck, his hands tangled in her hair. Her back was against his desk, her fingers clutching his shoulders as if she belonged there.
My knees nearly buckled.
“Alpha…” I whispered, but the word died in my throat.
The air grew heavy, my wolf growling low inside me, fury mixing with heartbreak. My wolf wanted to burst out, to tear the room apart, but I forced her down. I couldn’t let them hear me.
I stood there in silence, the dagger box trembling in my hands as I watched the two people I trusted most betray me in the cruelest way.
My breath came in shallow gasps. I wanted to scream, to break something, but then,
Hannah’s voice shattered the silence. “What about what happened a year ago?” she whispered, her tone trembling. “You promised me… no one would ever find out.”
Jeremiah’s back stiffened. “They won’t,” he said, his deep voice low and cold. “I made sure of it. The soldiers were paid well enough to keep quiet.”
Soldiers? My brows furrowed through the haze of shock. What were they talking about?
Hannah’s fingers tightened around his shirt. “You’re sure Zera doesn’t know? About that night?”