“Sybil… for our son’s sake, please forgive me.” Gavin’s voice was hoarse, raw in a way meant to sound sincere. In wolf society, an Alpha did not kneel easily—but he had lowered himself,one knee to the ground, fist pressed to his chest in the old oath posture. “I swear on my blood,” he said urgently, “on my name, on my rank—I will never betray you again. Never.” He lifted his head, eyes red, desperate. “When we’re old, this will be nothing more than a scar. A single mistake in a long life together.” I had recovered enough to sit upright, my back supported by the headboard—I looked at him—At the man who still believed betrayal could be minimized with time. Disgust rose quietly, steadily. “Gavin,” I said, each word deliberate, “I have the proof.” His expression froze. “Pack-transfer records.” “Private supply authorizations.” “Restricted den access logs.” “And the bond resonance data from your visits to her territory.” In a pack, those things were not opinions—They were facts.
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