Seraphine's POV
The shock hit me like a physical blow, but it was the disgust that made my stomach churn as I stared at Nash. My mind raced, struggling to process his words. How could any wolf be this cruel to their own mate?
He had just admitted that my scent calmed his beast during those dark days in his pack, yet he never once came to comfort me. He simply watched me break apart piece by piece.
"You locked me away for crimes I never committed." The words scraped against my raw throat. "Tiara accused me, beat me, and you stood there letting it happen." My voice wavered but I forced myself to continue. "You allowed my suffering because even trapped in that cell, I was still close enough for your wolf to catch my scent. As long as my presence kept your beast stable, my pain meant nothing to you. Not once did you check on me or ask if I needed anything. My agony was acceptable as long as your wolf stayed calm."
