“As you wish,” I said evenly, my voice cold as a winter howl.
Tonight would be my final night in this packhouse. After this, I would walk away—and Lucian Blackwood would be nothing more than a chapter I had already burned.
Decision made, I tightened my grip on the trash bag and walked out the front door, ignoring the pain twisting in my wolf’s chest.
Behind me, Sabrina’s voice floated out, coated in feigned sympathy.
“Don’t fight because of me, Lucian. She’s so angry she even took down your wedding portrait.”
Lucian sighed, frustration rumbling through his chest like an Alpha’s growl. “She’s being dramatic. Once she realizes I’m not giving in, she’ll come running back.”
A single tear slid down my cheek. I stepped into the night wind, cold against my skin, and tossed the bag into the pack’s refuse bins—along with every last remnant of love I ever had for him.
The moment I pushed the door open, a faint sound drifted out of the nursery—and instantly my wolf bristled, heat flaring through me. That room had been Lucian’s pride the second he learned I carried his heir. He had personally overseen every detail: the carved wooden cradle from the Northern Pack, the rune-stitched blankets, the protective charms, the stuffed moonbeasts… all chosen by his own hands.
All chosen for our pup.
And now he intended to hand all of that over to Sabrina?
A savage fury rose like wildfire under my skin. I stormed down the corridor, claws itching to break free, and shoved the nursery door wide open—
Only to find Sabrina curled up inside the cradle, as if trying to claim it as hers.
I didn’t even think. Instinct roared to the surface. I grabbed her by the arm and lifted her straight out of the crib, rage pounding in my chest like a second heartbeat.
But before I could speak, Lucian appeared in a blur of movement, his Alpha strength clamping around my wrist as he yanked me back.
“What in the hell is wrong with you, Vivienne?” he barked, anger vibrating through his wolf aura. “You fly into a frenzy the moment you walk through the door!”
His dominance pressed down on me—until he saw the tears filling my eyes. His grip loosened, barely.
My voice cracked. “Are you truly giving this room to her?”
Lucian’s expression tightened. “Sabrina said she feels comfortable here. It doesn’t matter if she uses it temporarily. Stop overreacting.”
“Do you even remember—”