Katarina's P.O.V.
After what felt like hours, a knock on my bedroom door pulled me from my thoughts. For a moment, panic gripped my heart, thinking it was Alpha Dominic, ready to take me away without a goodbye. But when the door opened, it was my mother who peeked inside. Her eyes were bloodshot, something I’d never seen before. She had been crying, but I couldn’t believe it was for me.
“You’re awake… Come downstairs after you’re dressed. We need to talk,” she said softly, her eyes scanning my face as if she were memorizing it. Her gaze was heavy with a mix of grief and finality. I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out, so I simply nodded. Who would have thought that today, of all days, my mother and I would finally get along? Today, the day she would lose me. I reminded myse
