“I saved you,” he had whispered, his gaze dark with possession. “That means you’re mine now.”
But now, no matter how many times he showered, Jasmin’s scent was branded into his skin.
Before I could pull away, a loud, urgent knock echoed through the room.
Jasmin’s maid.
Leo barely glanced at me before rushing to the door.
“Did you call a healer? What’s wrong with her?” His voice was frantic.
“She was fine when we were in bed just now—”
The moment the words left his mouth, he froze.
Slowly, he turned to me. Guilty. Ashamed.
“I’ll be back soon. Owen is dead. I’m all she has left. Just wait for me, okay?”
He didn’t ask.
He never asked if I’d wait. He just assumed I would.
That was the moment I made my decision.
I watched as he left—without hesitation, without looking back.
He had abandoned me. Abandoned our son, Cayden.
But I would not wait.
My fingers curled, and deep within me, my wolf stirred.
For five years, I had caged her, suppressing my power, pretending to be a weak, ordinary she-wolf.
No more.
I closed my eyes, inhaled deeply, and let out a slow, steady breath.
The air around me vibrated.
The call of my bloodline echoed through the pack bonds, across the miles.
Windmere would hear me.
My father would hear me.
And when I returned, it would not be as a discarded mate.
It would be as the rightful heir of the Alpha King.
