The man she had once loved more than anyone else in the world stood before her.
Caleb.
The Alpha.
His golden eyes gleamed faintly, and the aura of command around him filled the air like invisible pressure.
He chuckled when he saw her pale expression.
“Not even going to invite your Alpha inside?” he asked lazily.
Aria’s expression hardened.
She tried to close the door.
But Caleb pushed it open easily, forcing it aside as if her resistance meant nothing.
She stumbled backward as he stepped inside.
Two pack warriors followed behind him.
“What are you doing here?” Aria snapped. “Leave my home.”
Caleb ignored her and walked into the living room.
Marcus immediately stood up.
Caleb’s gaze landed on the silver ring resting on the wooden table.
A mocking smile curled on his lips.
“Well, well,” he drawled. “Looks like your butterfly finally flew away. I heard Sophia broke the engagement.”
He tilted his head slightly.
“Funny thing is… she’s already promised to another. Daniel Stroke—the French merchant who’s been visiting the northern territories.”
Caleb shrugged.
“A friend of mine, actually. Apparently he’s had his eyes on her for quite some time.”
He smirked.
“They’ll likely be wed before the next winter moon.”