His sister would never lie.
Clara had always respected Marcus.
Why would she falsely accuse him?
That made no sense.
Caleb sank onto the couch and pressed his palm against his forehead.
A single tear slipped down his cheek.
No matter how many women he brought into his chambers…
No matter how many bodies he touched…
None of them ever felt like Aria.
She had always been different.
And he had likely lost her forever.
He had destroyed her family’s fortune.
He had used his influence within the pack to crush them during the council hearings.
Yet when he heard Marcus had tried to take his life, guilt had gnawed at him.
That was why he paid the healers’ hall.
Because he knew Aria was struggling.
But now even that last thread of connection had been cut.
There was no chance she would ever return to him willingly.
Caleb leaned back slowly, his expression turning cold.
“She’s right,” he murmured quietly.
“I am selfish.”
His eyes hardened.
“Then I will show her just how selfish I can be.”
Aria's POV