No one had ever left him before.
Never.
Women chased him.
Desired him.
Clung to him like moths to a flame, and most of the time he had to push them away, keep distance, maintain control, keep them from becoming an inconvenience.
They never walked away.
Not from him.
Not from the Lycan Crown Prince.
And yet—
Iva did.
Didn’t stay.
Didn’t fight for him.
She just—
Left.
His chest tightened again, something almost unfamiliar settling in his gut.
Not just anger.
Not just rage.
But something dangerously close to… hurt.
“Why…” he whispered, his voice low, strained, almost disbelieving.
His gaze remained fixed on the screen, replaying the moment over and over again in his mind.
Her calm steps.
Her quiet exit.
No hesitation.
No looking back.
“Why would you do this…?” he mutte
