Once home, I took a long, hot shower, trying to scrub away the lingering sense of betrayal.
Wrapped in a towel, I scrolled through my phone and saw Felicity’s latest tweet. It showed Dane sitting by her child’s bed, a warm yellow light casting a cozy glow over the scene. The image was the complete opposite of the cold, lonely rain outside.
The next morning, the Alpha stumbled through the door, looking disheveled and exhausted. His eyes were heavy with the weight of a sleepless night.
“Diana had a high fever all night. It wouldn’t go down,” he said, his voice strained. Diana was Felicity’s child, and hearing her name felt like a reminder that he would put everyone else before me.
“Is everything okay now? Why didn’t you stay longer? It must be hard for Felicity to handle a sick child alone,” I replied, my words laced with a bitterness I didn’t bother to hide.
Upon hearing that, Dane paused, halfway through shrugging off his coat. A flicker of annoyance crossed his features. “Are you being sarcastic again?” he sighed, the sound heavy with weariness. Whether it was real or just another act, I couldn’t tell. “Look, I didn’t sleep all night. I’m very tired.”