It wasn’t surprising that Caspian would drop everything for Ophelia. I’d never been his priority—never the exception. To him, I was just the desperate, attention-seeking mate he was forced to take. How could I ever compare to my sister, his beloved childhood sweetheart? Between us, it had always been Ophelia he wanted.
I returned from the cemetery to the pack house—the place that was supposed to be our home. Yet, it had never felt like mine, not really. Caspian rarely set foot here, leaving it as more of a shared residence for me and our son, Kylo. An Alpha who barely even resides in his own pack house—how ironic. The one place that should have been his sanctuary was nothing more than an empty shell.