Chapter 55

Weston

When Sophie left, the dungeon fell silent. Good. What came next wasn’t about anger—it was about truth.

Camilla hung from the restraints, chest heaving. She looked nothing like the woman who once believed she’d be Luna. Now she was just a broken pretender.

I approached. “Camilla.”

She trembled. “Weston—”

“Not anymore.” My Alpha authority filled the room; her wolf slumped in surrender.

I studied her. “I need answers.”

Her tears glistened. “I didn’t—”

“You will.” I locked eyes with her. “First question: Did you drug me the night we slept together?”

Her breath hitched. “No.”

I nodded to Angelo. He produced a syringe. Camill