Ivy
I can’t deny the way my heart rate spikes or the way my stomach flutters at the sincerity in his voice. Hell, even Nyx—usually the first to snarl and snap when it comes to him—is quiet now. Listening. Considering. Her silence is louder than any growl.
What if he’s telling the truth?
What if that recording wasn’t what it seemed? That he was defending me as his mate, and someone twisted it—deliberately, maliciously—to drive a wedge between us. If I really think about it, it's definitely possible.
But the bigger question is why?
At that point, no one knew that I was his mate. I'm sure they felt the connection through the pack link. We hadn’t told a soul. We’d locked ourselves away in his suite, tangled in the sheets and whispered promises, utterly hidden from the rest of the world.
