Camila's POV
I forced myself to breathe, to stand my ground, even as Aiden closed the distance between us with purposeful strides. The energy in the room shifted. People sensed the tension crackling between us, the weight of something unspoken pressing into the air.
Nathaniel was still on the other side of the ballroom, engaged in a conversation with a few high-ranking wolves, but I knew—I knew—he was aware of what was happening.
And yet, he didn't move.
Aiden stopped just inches from me, his scent—familiar yet distant—washing over me. His jaw was tight, his expression unreadable, but his eyes… they burned.
"Camila," he said, his voice a low growl, barely above a whisper.
I stiffened at the sound of my name on his lips. How long had it been since he had said it like that? Like I still belonged to him. Like I hadn't been discarded, broken, and left to rot in my own misery.
