"How could you?" Seraphina's voice trembled, tears streaming down her face. "How could you believe I—a fourteen-year-old girl who adored you all—would write such cruel letters? How could you not question it even once in all these years?"
The three brothers stood frozen, shame etched across their handsome faces. The letters lay scattered between them, physical evidence of the terrible misunderstanding that had destroyed their relationship with their mate.
Before any of the triplets could respond, the main doors burst open. Two guards dragged in a struggling Lilith, her perfect makeup smeared with tears, hair disheveled.
"What is the meaning of this?" Kaelen demanded, his Alpha authority filling the room despite his emotional turmoil.
From behind the guards stepped Alpha Damien Nightwing, his expression thunderous. "I believe I can answer that," he said, his cold gaze fixed on Lilith.
