The Alpha's Ruined Bride
But underneath all of it, my mind was running its own separate conversation.
The way I had reacted when she walked in, that pull, that recognition. What Alpha James had said, the fear sitting behind his eyes, the thing he had refused to tell me. And now Kessa, sitting across from me in soft light, looking, the word arrived again before I could redirect it, innocent. Not naive. Not unaware. Just unburdened, in this particular moment, by everything she was carrying everywhere else.
It unsettled me.
I set my wine glass down.