Mara
I sat frozen, trying to process what had just happened.
I never saw the punch coming. None of us did.
Lucian had struck a nerve, and his father’s reaction made that painfully clear.
But more than the violence, it was what came after that shook me: the raw confession, the tears, the collapse of a man who had been carrying far more than any of us had realized.
Alpha Vander loved Lucian. That much had always been obvious, even if it was buried under mistakes and pride. And that love is exactly what made the wound so deep, and the reaction so visceral.
For a moment, no one moved. No one spoke. We were stunned, suspended in the aftershock.
Lucian just sat there, jaw tight, blood drying on his lip.
I couldn’t take it.
“You need to go after him and apologize,” I linked to him.
His
