Chapter 148

Elara's POV

Dravos looked as though the ground had opened beneath him. For once, it wasn't me who wore the mark of abandonment. It was him. He was the one stripped bare in front of the packs—pitiful, exposed.

Sivya, ever eager to stitch her dignity back together, forced a brittle smile. "Affection," she declared, her voice pitched too high, "isn't measured by a male's wealth, but by how much of hi