Dravina’s POV

Malrik’s eyes burned with a tempest of fury and sorrow, but he said nothing. His grip on my hand remained firm silent, unwavering, and strangely comforting.

“It was just dancing,” I whispered, my voice cracking under the strain of the memory. “Just a harmless conversation with another Alpha.”

I swallowed hard.

“But that was enough,” I went on, voice trembling. “Enough for my husband to ‘discipline’ me that night. He didn’t care that it meant nothing. ...