Mary Ann’s POV
“Why did you specifically choose me for Modric?”
Alpha Viktor did not answer immediately.
The silence itself told me Velvera had spoken the truth about one thing. There had been more behind the marriage than peace between Mooncrest and Ironclaw.
Viktor slowly removed his reading glasses and placed them on the desk. His study felt unusually cold despite the fire burning behind him. Shelves of old pack records covered the walls, many of them holding documents older than anyone currently alive.
Perhaps the truth had been sitting in this room all along.
“Sit down, Mary Ann.”
“I would rather stand.”
His expression tightened.
“You deserve a proper explanation.”
“I deserved one before the wedding.”
“Yes.”
The immediate agreement did nothing to soften me.
Viktor leaned
