Ex-Alpha's Regret: Siren's Comeback novel Chapter 134

POV: Seraphina

His words, filled with so many specific, verifiable details, hit me with the force of the storm raging outside. They were a bucket of ice water thrown on the roaring fire of my rage, shocking me into a sudden, jarring silence.

The Ironfang pack. The southern border. An emergency that lasted all night.

My mind, so clouded by years of pain and a certainty of his betrayal, began to race, frantically sifting through the wreckage of that time. The border crisis... I remembered it now. A vague report had circulated a day or two later, a minor skirmish that I had paid no mind to, my entire world already consumed by my own personal agony.

He was right. He hadn't been there.

And if he hadn't been there...

The memory of that night replayed in my mind, but this time with a horrifying, new clarity. I had never opened the door. I had never looked inside the guest room where Sylvie was staying. I had stood in the hallway, my heart shattering, and I had only *heard*. I had heard the sounds. A man's low murmur, a woman's soft laughter. Sounds that my grief-stricken mind had immediately, unquestionably, identified as Damian and Sylvie.

But it wasn't him. It couldn't have been.

A new, ice-cold realization began to dawn, a truth so simple and so venomous it stole the breath from my lungs. It had all been a lie. A carefully staged performance. Sylvie had not been alone that night. She had brought another man into our home, into the room next to mine, for the sole purpose of destroying me. She had known I would hear. She had counted on it. The foundation of my entire world's collapse, the catalyst for every horror that followed, had been nothing more than a cheap, cruel, and devastatingly effective deception.

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POV: Damian

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