Gianna’s POV

A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I listened to Davide’s speech. I stood beside Stefano, my gaze shifting to him, and when our eyes met, he immediately reached for my hand, intertwining our fingers. My chest swelled with emotion, and I had to fight back the tears threatening to spill. Stefano, the man who had blood on his hands, had done terrible things—killed for Alpha Matteo—but he had also saved countless lives. He’d chosen the darker path, the one that forced him into villainy, because it seemed like the only way to win in this brutal war. For years, he’d carried the weight...