Mara
Lucian opened the envelope.
Inside were photographs—me and Darian. At a café. Walking side by side after training. Sitting too close during lunch. All innocent moments, all taken out of context. Rowan had been there every time, but he was conveniently cropped out or blurred.
They’d made it look like something it wasn’t. Like something ugly.
And then—
My breath caught.
A pair of white panties fell out onto the table.
Lucian’s jaw clenched. Darian looked like he might pass out.
“This,” Alpha Vander said, voice cold and controlled, “was found in Darian’s pocket during laundry.”
His glare moved to his younger son, boiling with restrained rage.
“Father, this isn’t—” Darian tried.
“Enough!” Alpha Vander roared, cutting him off.
He turned to Lucian, his face like stone. “If I kne
