Alpha Female Zela’s Point of View still
I gripped the armrests of the rocking chair so tightly my knuckles turned white.
My eyes were glued to Lilias, but my mind reeled, trying to process her words.
Her story was simply unbelievable. She couldn't be talking about Erico, not my Erico. Not the loving man who had taken such good care of me, who had always prioritized my wishes, and made sure I lacked for nothing. He had been so attentive, so gentle.
Erico is a cheater!!
The thought exploded in my mind, a brutal truth that my conscious brain flat-out refused to believe.
I gasped, a small, choked sound. Erico had shown himself to be an excellent partner these past few months, a dedicated lover, a reassuring presence. But even as my rational mind rebelled, my deepest instincts, my werewolf senses, screamed that everything Lilias was telling me was the absolute truth. The pieces,
