In the end, Aria was forced to sell the mansion that had belonged to their parents.
That home had once been filled with the scent of family—the warmth of shared meals, the echo of laughter during training days, and the comforting presence of the two people who had raised them.
Now it was gone.
Sold for coin that barely kept Marcus’s case alive before the pack council.
And Aria knew exactly who stood behind the Wolfhart tearing their lives apart.
Caleb.
Her former mate.
The Alpha was using every ounce of his authority to crush them.
It was not only rage over the accusations against his stepsister that drove him.
Part of it was bitterness.
Aria had rejected him.
She had chosen her brother over their sacred mate bond.
Caleb wanted her to return.
He wanted her to bow her head and beg for forgiveness.
But that day would never come.
Aria had endured far more pain than he believed she could bear. She knew that someday Caleb would regret what he was doing.
But when that day came…
His regret would mean nothing.
Meanwhile Marcus’s spirit continued to deteriorate.