Rachel couldn’t breathe.
The Sacred Clearing had turned into a battlefield of emotions — shouts, gasps, and accusations flying in every direction. Chase stood at the center like a ghost returned from the dead, his blue eyes locked on her with possessive intensity. Kylian’s hand gripped hers tightly, his body rigid with shock and betrayal. The entire pack watched them, waiting for her to choose.
She couldn’t.
Her heart was tearing in two.
Without a word, Rachel pulled her hand from Kylian’s grasp and ran. She pushed through the stunned crowd, her loose dress flowing behind her, one hand cradling her rounded belly. Tears blurred her vision as she fled back toward the palace, her footsteps pounding against the stone paths.
She didn’t stop until she reached her room. She slammed the door
