Victoria
I was still packing when I heard the front door slam shut. The thunderous energy of Leo’s presence filled the villa even before his footsteps reached our bedroom. Ava whimpered anxiously inside me.
The bedroom door burst open, and there he stood—my mate, my husband, my potential betrayer—his dark eyes immediately zeroing in on the half-packed suitcase on our bed.
"What the hell is this?" Leo’s voice was dangerously quiet, the calm before a storm.
I straightened my spine, fighting against the urge to back down. "I think you know exactly what this is."
Leo stalked into the room, his powerful frame seeming to take up all the available space, his scent—pine, midnight air, and distinctly male—assaulting my senses. "Enlighten me, Luna. Because I just got a concerned call from Nicos saying you ran off looking upset."
"Oh, I’m sure that’s not all he told you," I snapped, tossing another garment into the suitcase. "Did he also mention why I was upset? Or did you already know?"
Confusion crossed Leo’s face, his dark brows drawing together. "Victoria, I have no idea what you’re talking about."
I laughed bitterly, the sound foreign even to my own ears. "I saw you, Leo. With Samantha. At the café in the market square."
Understanding dawned on his face, followed quickly by something that looked suspiciously like relief. That only fueled my anger further.
"So that’s it?" I demanded. "You’re not even going to deny it? Are you bored with me already? Is that why you’re sneaking around with your ex, passing notes like teenagers?"
"Victoria, you’re being ridiculous—"
"Am I?" I interrupted, tears stinging my eyes. "Then explain why you told me you were busy with pack business when you were actually meeting her. Explain the secret conversation, the way she touched your arm, the package she gave you!"
Leo ran a hand through his dark hair, his frustration evident. "If you’d give me a chance to explain instead of jumping to conclusions—"
"What’s to explain? I saw everything with my own eyes!" My voice rose, emotions I’d been suppressing throughout our honeymoon finally breaking free. "Was any of this real? Or was I just a convenient solution to your succession problem while you kept Samantha on the side?"
His eyes flashed dangerously, the wolf in him responding to the challenge in my tone. "You think so little of me? Of our bond?" His voice dropped to a growl that sent shivers down my spine. "After everything we’ve shared, you still don’t trust me?"
"Trust works both ways, Leo," I said, my voice breaking. "You didn’t trust me enough to tell me you were meeting her."
"Because I knew you’d react exactly like this!" he roared, finally losing his composure. "Jumping to the worst possible conclusion instead of having faith in your mate!"


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