Maria.
The atmosphere shifted the moment we stepped into his room.
It became… awkward like there were too many unspoken things hanging between us, pressing down on every breath, every movement. I hadn't really discussed leaving the pack with Noah—not properly, not in a way that made it real.
And yet, here we were.
Honestly, I wanted to leave with him.
I really did.
The thought of walking away from everything, from the tension, the confusion, the constant pull and chaos the quadruplets brought into my life, was tempting.
But at the same time…It felt rushed.
Impromptu.
And going against the quadruplets so openly—it sent a chill down my spine.
They weren't the kind of people you simply defied and walked away from without consequences.
"Naoh," I called out, my voice softer than I intended as I turned to face him fully. "Are you really going against the quadruplets like this?" I asked, my brows knitting slightly as I searched his face.
He didn't answer immediately.
