The Alpha’s Blood Debt Vessel
Giovanni stiffened, her fingers curled, A memory tearing through her world.
“I felt it,” she said, voice clipped and cold, “But don’t mistake it for what it once told.” Russell’s grip tightened on the wheel, “You think I don’t know what’s real?” Her laugh was bitter, soft, and dry, “You called me a vessel. A means to try.” The words struck deep, but he didn’t deny, Didn’t hide, didn’t deflect or lie.
“I was wrong.” The admission cut deeper than rage, Not shouted, not forced no dominant stage. Just truth, bare and stripped of pride, A quiet fracture he couldn’t hide.