Chapter 70

Caroline's POV I slipped out of Draven's bedroom just before dawn, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions. Last night had been magical - his touch, his scent of cedarwood and musk, the way our bodies moved together in perfect harmony. For those passionate hours, I'd forgotten everything else and surrendered completely to him. Standing in the doorway, I paused to look back at his sleeping form. He looked so peaceful, his strong features relaxed, golden-brown hair tousled across the pillow. Rory whined softly inside me, reluctant to leave our mate. The bond between us was undeniable, but I couldn't ignore how deeply he'd hurt me. With trembling hands, I left a note on his nightstand. As I scribbled the words, I almost changed my mind several times. But my pride wouldn't let me stay. Men like Draven Thorne were used to getting whatever they wanted. If I gave in too easily, would he truly value what we had? I needed him to understand the pain he'd caused me. I couldn't stop crying in the