And just like that, my fate took a new turn.
The night was over and I was on the way home, and I hesitated for a long time before finally sending a message to Alpha Elias, the man I had been bound to for years but had never truly reached.
[Alpha... Can we pretend last night never happened? I was drunk and confused.]
Silence. The message sat there, unanswered.
I frowned and sent another one.
A red exclamation mark appeared in front of it.
[Felicia, we had a deal. Don't forget that.]
My chest tightened. Oh no, I almost forgot—I made a deal with my husband's stepbrother. This can't be happening. I was so drunk last night that I couldn't think straight. Damn, this is a mess.
By the time I reached my small home at the outskirts of the pack territory, the sun was already creeping over the horizon.
The moment I stepped inside, I froze. Benedict was sitting in the shadows, his golden eyes burning into mine.
He had not slept. His body was tense, jaw locked, fingers curled into fists against his knees.
"Felicia." His voice was low, strained. "Where were you last night? I called you over a dozen times!"
I moved past him, barely sparing him a glance.