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CHAPTER 27

Author: Wummie
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-16 02:02:10

DARIAN

The council chamber empties around me, but I barely register the scrape of chairs or the shuffle of boots. My head is still in the fog it’s lived in since that night, the night I let Evelara in.

She was my mate, so I had fulfilled my duty, but that didn’t stop me from feeling like I made a mistake.

I don’t regret her exactly. I regret what I was trying to drown when I touched her.

The door shuts behind the last councilman. I rub my temples, but I’m not alone for long. Evelara walks in looking like she had won a trophy.

“Darian.”

I don’t lift my head. “Evelara.”

She crosses the room in three slow steps. “You’re busy as always.”

“Alpha business doesn’t stop for anyone," I reply, keeping my tone even.

“I’m not just anyone,” she says, close enough that her perfume fills the air. “I’m your mate. Or have you forgotten?”

I look up, then, meeting her eyes. “No. I haven’t forgotten.”

Her lips curve. “Good. Because after the last night…”

“Don’t.” I cut her off sharper than I intended. “
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