Chapter 25

Valeria’s POV

I stood up facing him directly as I pulled off the cap of my hoodie.

“Good morning, Alpha,” I greeted, my voice rough and worn from the night’s tears. Every word scraped out of me like it had to crawl through glass.

He didn’t answer.

Instead, his sharp gaze locked on my hoodie—specifically, the smudge of pale cream frosting on my sleeve. His eyes narrowed, his lips curling slightly a