Petal's Pov

The corridors of Silvercrest felt smaller than usual, the walls pressing in with every step. My chest ached, each inhale sharp and shallow, as if the air itself had betrayed me. The weight of betrayal—the tangled threads of Rosie, Tibet, and the looming shadow of Nera pressed down, heavy and unrelenting.

I had left the Alpha’s chamber after Tibet’s denial, my legs carrying me automatically, though my mind was a storm of emotions I couldn’t control. Fury, disbelief, fear, ...