CHAPTER FORTY-ONE: He Knew He Was Wrong
(Third Person POV).
Kira's eyes were glassy, her throat tight as she watched her mistress staring into the empty space her Alpha had disappeared into. She swallowed hard and took a small step forward.
"My lady…" she called softly.
There was no response. Meredith didn't even blink. She was so hurt and pained.
Kira looked to Deidra, who nodded silently. Together, they gently took Meredith's arms and guided her back into the chair next to the leftover bowl of strawberry.
Meredith followed their touch like a puppet—movements stiff, face unreadable.
Azul crouched in front of her next, searching her expression. What she saw made her chest ache. There was a storm in Meredith's eyes, but her face remained frozen in disbelief, her lips pressed together, her jaw tight with restraint.
