Chapter Fifty-Two - Snapped
The throne room emptied at Tristan’s command, the other alphas reluctantly retreating with lingering stares. The heavy doors closed with a hollow thud, leaving only silence.
Tristan turned to her, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. His icy eyes shimmered, not with anger, but with the kind of pain that cut deeper than claws ever could.
“You really meant it,” he whispered. His voice cracked, and he shut his eyes, pressing a trembling hand to his face. “You chose them too.”
Evandra stepped forward, her own chest aching as though it had been torn apart. “I chose all of you,” she said softly. “Because if I didn’t… everyone would burn. Every pup. Every family. Every soul in these packs. The Goddess gave me no other choice.”
Tristan’s jaw flexed.
