Mary Ann’s POV
Modric did not come to breakfast the next morning.
At first, I told myself it meant nothing. He was Alpha. He had patrol reports, border meetings, and a murderer still moving somewhere inside Ironclaw. Missing one meal should not have mattered, especially when I had spent most of our marriage eating without him.
Still, I noticed.
I noticed the empty chair across from me. I noticed that no one questioned where he was. I noticed how Kylian avoided looking at me when Greta placed the tested bread and eggs in front of my seat. Modric had attended breakfast every day since the poisoning, always pretending his presence was necessary for security updates. He checked my plate, asked who had tested my food, and watched until I took the first bite.
That morning, the plate remaine
