Chapter 61

As the memories flooded back, a series of flashbacks played before my eyes like a bittersweet montage. I remembered all those times when a flicker of something had sPacked between Weston and me, something inexplicable yet undeniably real. The way his gaze lingered a moment longer than necessary, the subtle touch of his hand on mine during pack gatherings, the electric current that seemed to course through me whenever our paths crossed. But we had always been bound by the constraints of social status, our positions within the pack dictating a divide that couldn't be breached.

Now, knowing the truth, I couldn't help but replay those moments in my mind, dissecting them with newfound clarity. Had Weston felt the same magnetic pull? Did he, too, suppress his emotions under the weight of tradition and expectations? The thought left an ache in my chest, a longing for something that could have been but was forced to remain dormant.

The tears streamed down my face, the emotions surging like a