Mary Ann’s POV
“He gave me this the morning after your wedding.”
Velvera’s words settled between us.
For a moment, the café seemed to fade.
The quiet conversations around us became distant. Cups touched saucers. Traders passed beyond the large windows. Somewhere near the counter, a woman laughed.
But all I could see was the silver bracelet around Velvera’s wrist.
The Volkov wolf.
The dark stone.
A family heirloom Modric had given her after leaving me alone on our wedding night.
The morning after our vows, while I sat inside the Alpha house wondering whether my new husband would return, he had been placing his grandmother’s bracelet around another woman’s wrist.
Velvera watched me closely.
She wanted to see pain.
She wanted tears, anger, or some visible sign that she had wounded
