Eloise never wanted to return to those memories. She wished she could banish them, push them away like a forgotten dream, but they wouldn't leave her alone. They clung to her, sharp and relentless, as if they had a life of their own. The past wasn’t something she could escape from; it was a weight that pressed on her chest, suffocating her, reminding her with every breath that she had been deceived, betrayed in the most unforgivable way.
Once, Aura had said to her, with a look of worry in her eyes, “I don’t like Alpha Ainsley.”
At the time, Eloise hadn’t given it much thought. It had been a fleeting comment, a passing feeling. Aura was a sensitive soul, prone to moods, and her discomfort with Ainsley, the Alpha, was nothing more than a trivial concern. But now, those words were etched in
