Ronan stared at the phone, his fingers trembling.This was Cressida’s private phone, the one she always kept with her. What was on it?Her last words, maybe. The reason she did it.He wanted to know, but he was terrified to find out.He took the phone. The screen was black. It needed a password.Ronan tried Cressida's birthday. Wrong.Their mating anniversary. Wrong again.Finally, with a shaking hand, he typed in a date. The day their wolves first recognized each other.The phone unlocked, open to a chat history.The contact name: Vesper.Ronan’s heart sank like a stone.The last message was from the night before the ceremony.Vesper had sent a photo: her, lying in a VIP hospital bed, with Ronan sitting beside her, holding her hand.Below it, a single line of text: "You're mating him tomorrow, but he's spending the night with me and our baby. Do you still see a point to your existence, Cressida?"Cressida’s reply was just four words. "As you wish."Just four words.So calm, it was sha
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