I inhaled sharply, my limbs going numb. “What… what is this?”
Brexon’s eyes hardened with disgust. “You thought I wouldn’t discover your betrayal?” His voice was venom. “You’ve been warming the beds of rival alphas behind my back.”
“No.” My voice cracked. “These are lies, Brexon.”
Lyssa sobbed harder, clutching his arm. “Must we do this in front of everyone? She’s already shaming herself.”
I snapped my gaze to her. That smirk again—subtle, smug, victorious.
She did this.
She forged the images.
But Brexon didn’t see. Or refused to.
“You believe I would betray you?” My voice broke. “After everything? After Nyra?”
Something flickered in his eyes at her name.
But the flame died.
"Doesn't matter what I believe,” he said coldly. “Sign the scroll.”
My breath hitched. He wasn’t going to listen. He had chosen his side.
Chosen her.
My heart fractured, but I refused to crumble. Not in front of her. Not in front of the pack.
I lifted my chin. “You’ll regret this.”
Brexon didn’t answer. He simply turned away, dismissing me with the same coldness he had shown when he turned his back on Nyra.
As whispers filled the hall and wolves watched me with judgment in their eyes, a realization settled deep in my bones: