Silvia
My hands twisted in my lap, knuckles so white.
But I kept my voice steady. "Then why am I here? Shouldn't you despise the very sight of me? Because of me… your mate, my mother, is gone. Because of me, she died of a broken heart."
My words came out sharper than intended, more like a challenge than a plea.
I stared out at the city flashing past the tinted windows, determined not to let him see the way my nerves popped and fizzed in my veins.
For half a minute, Alpha Enzodidn't say anything.
I caught his profile in the mirror—jaw clenched, golden eyes glinting like cold metal.
I waited for a sarcastic shot, some smug remark.
But then, quietly, he blew out a breath. "I don't blame you, Silvia. None of it is on you. You couldn't have stopped what happened to you
