“…I’m sorry.”
That’s all Alaric says.
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Alaric’s POV
I hear the Arbun brothers’ criticism of me, but I can’t refute it.
I am arrogant, foolish, and blind. My focus has always been on my ambition—on leading DarkWood to become the strongest pack in the world, so my people could live better lives. I believed that sacrificing everything for my goal was justified, that I could remain untouchably calm and collected forever.
Until I met Cara.
“…I’m sorry.”
That’s all I can say.
I don’t know how to explain myself—this is a problem with no solution. My actions speak for themselves. I am exactly what they say I am.
A bastard.
Worse, I’ve become the very type of bastard I despise.
I rarely bow my head, but this time, I lower it deeply. However, the moment Aidan Arbun notices my submission, his fury only grows. His sharp eyes lock onto the faint mark on the side of my neck—a mark Cara left.
“You bastard…!”
Before his brothers can hold him back, Aidan’s fist connects with my face. The impact is hard enough to whip my head to the side.
I don’t fight back.
…Because I deserve it.
“You’re not sorry at all!” Aidan yells, his voice shaking with anger. “If you were truly sorry, you’d stay out of Cara’s life! You wouldn’t be here, messing with her again now that she’s finally happy!”
He punches me again. I take it.
“Why come back after all this time? Why drag her into this mess again when you’ve done nothing to make up for what you’ve done?”
I remain silent, enduring his rage.
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