You're Just Late

FABIAN

I spotted Vanessa the moment she stepped away from Leo and Olivia. She moved with purpose, her chin high, shoulders squared—all the hallmarks of someone determined not to fall apart in public.

My heart lurched. This was my chance.

After watching Bianca's sentencing from the shadows, I knew Vanessa was vulnerable. Emotional. Maybe even open to reconciliation. If I could just reach her, explain my position on the foundation, show her I was finally ready to support her dreams fully...

I pushed through the crowd, ignoring the curious glances from pack members who recognized me. The Alpha of Silverclaw, chasing after his estranged mate like a desperate teenager. Let them stare. Pride meant nothing compared to what I stood to gain—or lose.

"Vanessa," I called, my voice carrying across the marble foyer.

She turned, recognition flashing in her eyes before something else replaced it. Something cold.

I faltered for half a step but pressed on. "Can we talk? Just for a minute?"