I simply followed the ache in my chest, the faint bond that still pulled me toward him, even when it hurt.
Barefoot and silent, I walked down the hallway toward his quarters.
The scent reached me first.
Vanilla and rosewater.
Not mine.
Not the earthy scent that usually surrounded him.
Then I heard voices.
Soft, breathy sounds. A woman’s moan. And then—
His voice.
“Victoria… you’re incredible. So much better than Brielle. She just lies there like a lifeless log.”
The words cut through me like silver.
I froze outside the door, my breath trapped in my throat. My hands went cold, my heart skipping before shattering all at once.
I didn’t move.
I didn’t even cry at first.
I just stood there, numb, listening to the sounds of betrayal spilling through the door.
Inside me, my wolf let out a broken howl—rage, heartbreak, disbelief tangled together. I pressed my hand over my mouth, forcing back the sob threatening to escape, then turned and ran down the hallway, my bare feet silent against the marble floor.
By the time I reached my room, tears blurred my vision. My body trembled as I grabbed my phone, my fingers shaking so badly I nearly dropped it.
I dialed my brother.