Chapter 23

Aria

I sit by Elijah's bedside, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest. He looks so peaceful, so vulnerable, despite the bruises and bandages that mar his skin. A testament to the battles he's fought, the sacrifices he's made.

For me. For our pack. For the future we've dreamed of building together.

I should be happy. Should be thrilled by his proposal, by the promise of a life spent by his side. But all I feel is a sickening sense of dread, a fear of the secrets that threaten to tear my world apart.

Because how can I say yes? How can I pledge myself to him, knowing what I've done? Knowing the lies I've told, the betrayals I've committed?

As if sensing my turmoil, Elijah stirs, his eyes fluttering open. They're hazy with pain and exhaustion, but they brighten when they find mine.

"Aria," he murmurs, his voice rough and ragged. "You're here."

I force a smile to my face, taking his hand in mine. His skin is warm, his fingers strong and callused. The hands of a warrior, a prot