SOLANA It was way past mid-afternoon and my husband was yet to return. I lay on my side, staring at the sky beyond the window, watching the clouds drift. My hand slid instinctively to my belly, my fingers splaying there as I let out a slow, shaky breath. "He'll be fine," I whispered to myself, trying to hold on to hope despite the anxiety stirring in my chest. ‘Will you tell our mate about that woman?’ Astraea asked and I winced. ‘She didn’t cause me any harm—’ ‘Yes, but she’s not a good person.’ Astraea was right. But to be honest, a part of me felt sorry for Kamala. It was foolish, but I’d experienced what it means to have no hope. ‘You did nothing wrong, Sol. She deserves what she’s getting now. Still, you should be careful,’ my wolf said. The door creaked open right in that moment, and I bolted upright instantly. Relief crashed over me, tears filling my eyes. Roman stood in the doorway, his posture rigid, as if he was bracing himself for impact. "Roman," I breat
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