Mary Ann’s POV
“Don’t leave me for her.”
The words were so quiet I almost believed I imagined them.
Modric’s eyes remained closed. Sweat darkened the hair near his temples, and his grip around my hand tightened weakly as though he feared I might disappear the moment he released me.
I stared at him.
For her.
Velvera.
Even half-conscious, he carried both of us inside his mind.
The woman he had chosen for years.
The wife he had betrayed.
I should have pulled away.
Instead, I remained beside the bed.
“Rest,” I whispered.
His face tightened.
“No.”
“You need to sleep.”
“You’ll leave.”
The weakness in his voice sounded nothing like the Alpha who commanded council chambers. No anger. No authority. Only fear.
“I am here now.”
“For how long?”
I did not answer.
Modric’s breathing
