For the first time since everything began…
Aria had slapped the Alpha.
Third Person's POV
Caleb’s head snapped sharply to the side the instant Aria’s palm struck his cheek.
The crack of the slap rang through the cramped apartment like a whip across stone. A red mark immediately bloomed on his skin.
Aria stood before him trembling.
Her gray wolf eyes glowed faintly, the color deepened by fury and grief. Tears streamed down her face, and her lips—still bruised from the force of his kiss—quivered as she fought to steady her breathing.
For several long seconds, she said nothing.
She had to swallow the Wolfhart raging inside her chest before she could speak. Her wolf clawed beneath her skin, demanding blood, demanding justice.
What Caleb had done went far beyond cruelty.
It was humiliation.
Not only for her—but for her brother as well.
Her gaze flickered toward Marcus.
He was slumped against the floor, shoulders bowed, his head hanging low as if the weight of the world had finally crushed him. The proud young wolf who once carried himself with quiet confidence now looked utterly broken.
Caleb’s relentless torment had achieved exactly what it was meant to do.
And Aria had finally reached her limit.