Scarlett's POV
"It doesn't matter!" I screamed, the wind catching my words. I turned on him, my hands balled into fists. "Everyone leaves, Leo! Everyone lies! I thought… I thought I finally found someone who saw me. But I'm just a shadow. I'm a ghost in my own life!"
"Was it Ethan?" he demanded, his voice dropping into that terrifying Alpha tone. "Did he say something? Did he hurt you?"
"I don't want to talk about him!" I yelled, even though the mental image of Ethan and Elara was screaming in my head. I felt so ashamed. I had fallen for the "perfect" Alpha's trap, and telling Leo would only make me feel smaller. "Stop asking me! Just stop!"
"I can't stop!" Leo roared back. He lunged forward, grabbing my wrists. His grip wasn't painful, but it was like iron. "I've spent two years watching you from across the room, hating myself for every breath I took without you. Seeing you break like this... it's killing my wolf, Scarlett. It's killing me."
