Chapter 125

Leo I sensed trouble the moment I returned to the villa. My wolf, Ronan, immediately picked up on the distress pheromones permeating our home—Victoria's scent tinged with the sharp bite of fear and anger. The suitcase on our bed was like a silver dagger to my chest. "What the hell is this?" I demanded, my voice rougher than intended as I gestured toward her half-packed belongings. Victoria whirled around, her beautiful face streaked with tears, those expressive brown eyes I adored now blazing with hurt. "Are you bored with me already?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Am I just some naive little half-breed you picked up for entertainment while you carry on with your real relationship?" The accusation hit me like a physical blow. Ronan snarled inside me, furious at the suggestion we would betray our mate. But beneath my anger, something more painful stirred—disappointment that she could think so little of our bond. "What are you talking about?" I kept my voice carefully controlled, thou