My mother had treated Scott like her own son, embracing him into our pack when he had no one. She had believed in his potential to become a strong alpha and a loving mate. She had trusted him, saved his life once, and nurtured him when others had turned away. He had promised her, over and over, that he would cure her illness and that she would live to see her grandchildren leading the next generation of our pack.
And now, that promise was crumbling before me.
Scott pulled out his phone, his dark eyes narrowing. “That’s right. So, are you going to apologize or not?”
The threat in his words was sharper than any blade. My wolf, trapped inside me. Tears streamed down my face, but I stood my ground, even as the weight of his betrayal crushed me.
For a fleeting moment, Scott’s expression softened.
Was his wolf sensing my pain? Did some part of him still recognize me as his mate?
Before the moment could stretch, Winona’s voice pierced the silence. “Why are you faking tears again, Ariana? I don’t understand this manipulation.” Her words dripped with disdain. “I didn’t dig up your pack’s grave. Stop being dramatic.”