Lucius's POV
I returned to Willowbrook and sank into the empty living room sofa, tilting my head back to stare at the ceiling.
This was how I'd spent every day since returning from Lakeside City.
The occasional soft sounds drifting from upstairs—those were my only comfort. They allowed me to pretend I wasn't so far from Viya after all. My wolf pressed close to the surface, straining toward those sounds like a dog at a leash, desperate for even that threadbare illusion of closeness.
Miranda's words circled through my mind like vultures.
Viya was brilliant and beautiful. Once our divorce was finalized, of course exceptional men would pursue her. That was perfectly natural.
So why did my chest feel like someone had packed it with stones?
My wolf let out a low, miserable
