Aurora’s POV

Alpha Gray stood in front of me, shoulders squared, eyes steady. His voice came low.

“Aurora, I’m sorry.”

He didn’t look away or rush his words. His hands curled loosely at his sides, the tendons in his neck shifting as though he fought to keep control of himself.

“I never wanted to hurt you. Not then. Not now. I shouldn’t have said things that pushed you away or made you feel like this way.”

The words were simple, but they struck deep. My chest tightened, not from ...