SERAPHINA
Everything I'd built my life upon crumbled around me. The perfect tower of lies I'd constructed with such care—toppled by a scrap of faded fabric.
My phone buzzed incessantly on the desk. Notifications from pack members, other Alphas, even reporters wanting statements. I couldn't bring myself to look at any of them. The headlines were already seared into my brain: "Silverclaw Alpha Severs Ties with Sinclair Pack" and "Roman Vance Publicly Claims Vanessa West."
"She remembers," I whispered to myself, fingers trembling as I swept a crystal paperweight off my desk. It shattered against the wall with a satisfying crash. "She remembers everything."
Six years ago, I'd paid the Dark Priestess to erase Vanessa's memories of Roman. I'd watched her stumble through life without recognition of her mate, while Roman suffered, forced to rebuild their relationship from nothing.
And now, somehow, she remembered it all—including the truth about who saved Roman that day in the woods.
