The drive back to Bluestone Pack was a blur.
After speaking with Mason, Markus had gone completely silent.
His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.
Bianca.
The money had come from Bianca.
His own sister.
The sister he had trusted more than anyone.
The sister he had defended countless times.
The sister he chose over his mate.
The betrayal sat heavily inside his chest.
Yet somehow, even that wasn’t what hurt the most.
What hurt the most was the image he couldn’t get out of his head.
Six children.
Wrapped around Avery.
Laughing.
Smiling.
Calling him family.
The memory followed him all the way home.
It followed him into the Alpha House.
It followed him through dinner.
It followed him into his office.
The house felt colder than eve
