_Dorian's POV_
Lyla’s lips parted as she struggled to breathe, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"But… no… Aaron." Her voice was barely a whisper, shaking with uncertainty.
She turned toward me, her hands trembling. I could see the panic rising in her, the way her body tensed as if preparing to shatter under the weight of the truth.
She shook her head violently, as if trying to wake herself from a nightmare. "The only person I have been with is Aaron," she said, her voice cracking. "He is my second-chance mate. He marked me. I marked him."
The seer's expression remained unreadable, her silver eyes watching Lyla closely. "Show me the mark," she demanded.
Lyla hesitated before tugging the collar of her shirt to the side, revealing the deep bite on her shoulder. My breath caught in my throa
