Trent’s expression hardened. His loyalty to Winona is evident in every line of his face. “Who dares to laugh at my woman?” he retorted; his tone icy. But I could see the doubt flickering in his eyes, the way Winona’s words started to sink in.
She gave him a sweet smile, but there was no mistake in her gaze. She had won, and she knew it.
Trent looked at me with disappointment. “Niana,” he began, his voice cold, “I can’t believe you’re making such a fuss over a grave. This is beyond ridiculous. If you apologize to Winona, maybe—just maybe—I’ll forgive you.”
I met his gaze, my heart heavy with a betrayal so deep it felt like a physical wound. “And if I refuse?” I asked, my voice trembling with the effort to keep my emotions in check.
His silence was answer enough.
"Don't forget, your mother still needs the drug from my company. I told you there's only one type of surgery that can cure her heart disease, and I’ve scheduled it for next week." Trent's voice was a low growl, a warning that sent a shiver down my spine.
He was no longer the alpha I once thought I knew. The wolf within him had begun to surface, a dangerous predator who would do anything to protect what he saw as his territory—including Winona, the woman who had come between us.
"Are you saying you would abandon my mother for her?" I asked, my voice trembling with disbelief. My mother had always treated Trent like her own son, welcoming him into our pack when he had no one else. She had seen the potential in him. She believed that he could be a strong alpha and loyal mate for me. In her eyes, Trent was the perfect match — a werewolf who could lead and protect.
Trent had respected my mother deeply, not just because she had once saved his life, but because she had shown him kindness when others had not. He had promised her, again and again, that he would cure her heart disease, that she would live a long life and see her grandchildren run through the forest. But now, he was threatening to cut her off, to let her die, all because of Winona.
He pulled out his phone, his eyes dark with intent. "That's right. So, are you going to apologize, or not?"