Years later, when Sonya returned claiming her mate had died, I realized how pointless it was to compete with her.
Looking back, I had begged him once again, promising to leave him alone after all these years. That plea seemed to break the last barrier—he agreed only because he wanted to be rid of me.
But why? Why hadn’t he spent even a single final moment with Dustin? Why did he break his promise? It’s one thing for him not to love me, but Dustin is his son too. How could he be so utterly heartless toward him?
I stared at Craig with a heavy, gnawing sense of disappointment eating away at me. There was a time when I admired every line and curve of his face, thinking of it as a masterpiece brought to life. Now, seeing him filled me only with revulsion and bitterness.
Just as Craig was about to speak, Sonya cut in, her voice laced with fake pain and melodrama. “Alpha, I’m feeling dizzy again, and my cheeks are burning. Can you check if they’re swollen?”