Chapter 4

Freya’s POV

“You won’t forgive me?” I repeated slowly. “Three years of standing by your side, and you can’t even give my parents a single moment of shelter?”

My voice dropped, fangs sheathing into my words. “Do you even know what built your company, your pack alliances, your so-called future?”

He said nothing.

“Fine,” I growled, stepping back. “I’ll go.”

No tears. No breakdown. Just the cold steel of my spine locking into place.

I was a soldier of the Iron Fang Legion. Daughter of two fallen Alphas. I had bled for this nation. I would not beg for crumbs of respect in a house that stank of hypocrisy.