Alpha's Regret: His Deceased Wife Was the Lost Love He'd Sought
A text from Hailey.
"Sera, I'm so sorry. I wanted to refuse, but your mate marked me anyway. "
Below the message was a photo.
In it, Cassian lay asleep on a white pillow, his powerful chest bare. And there, on the pale curve of Hailey's deliberately exposed neck, was a faint, blurred mark, just visible enough to look like an Alpha's bite. Hailey faced the camera, her lashes lowered as if in shame, but the corner of her mouth had tipped up at me, every bit of it pleased with itself.