The scene continued to unfold with intense emotion, as Ainsley’s words hit Eloise like a bitter storm. When he spoke of her life being worthless, it felt as though a dagger had pierced her heart, leaving her breathless. The words felt like poison, seeping deep into her soul. Her chest tightened painfully, and for a moment, she instinctively placed a hand over her heart, trying to shield herself from the sharp sting of truth.
His hand had raised, as though he might reach for her, but then it dropped, his expression unreadable. His composure, however, was a facade. “Alpha Williams, you are right. My life is worthless,” Eloise repeated, each word carrying a sense of finality.
But when she repeated his own cruel words back to him, something shifted in Ainsley. A deep irritation, for no clear
