I gripped the edge of the sink and retched violently, my shoulders shaking as tears spilled down my face. My wolf whimpered inside me, distressed and restless.
Then the door slammed open behind me.
Ronan stepped inside.
He frowned slightly, lowering his voice as if we were sharing a secret. “Don’t take it the wrong way,” he said. “I was a bit harsh earlier because others were watching. I couldn’t show favoritism.”
He moved closer, reaching out as though to support me. “You shouldn’t have tripped Delilah, but I know you didn’t mean any harm. You’re emotional right now—it happens.”
I said nothing.
“Go home,” he continued gently. “Rest. Don’t overexert yourself or upset the pup. I’ll return tonight and stay with you.”
I straightened slowly, wiping my mouth. When I met his eyes again, I forced my lips into a faint smile.
“Very well, Alpha Blackcliff,” I replied calmly.
His hand stopped midair.
I had never addressed him like that before.
I was always the one clinging to him, calling him Ronan, calling him my mate, my future husband. I used to hate formal titles between us. They felt like walls.
For a brief moment, uncertainty flickered across his face.