Did he never notice? Elior had his eyes. His smile. Even that infuriating smirk.
I laughed. Dry and hollow, without a trace of humor.
His face twisted in anger. “What the hell is funny to you right now? Do you think this is some kind of joke? Was I your little game all along? Did you enjoy making a fool out of me?”
He was hurting—I could see it in the tremble behind his fury.
But he wasn’t the only one.
He had shattered me.
He had abandoned our child.
“You said you loved me,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Loved. Past tense.”
His jaw tightened, but he stayed silent.
“I still care about you,” he said eventually, cold and rigid. “But if you had just told the truth, maybe Elior wouldn’t have—” He didn’t finish. Just shook his head and looked away. “Regardless, you’re going to face consequences. You lied to me. And to the pack.”
I froze.
“Consequences?” I repeated, stunned. “Are you serious right now?”
I let out a weak, breathless laugh, eyes narrowing. “You’re actually talking about punishment?” My voice cracked with disbelief. “For what? For mourning my child? For feeling pain so deep I can barely breathe?”
My fingers dug into my chest as tears burned behind my eyes. “You shattered me, Ronan. You ripped me apart the moment you turned your back on us. You walked away. You let us face those monsters alone. And then he… he died in my arms…” My words broke into sobs.
Ronan’s eyes flickered—just for a moment—with guilt. But then his expression hardened again.
“He wasn’t my child,” he said, ice in his voice. “He was yours.”
Something inside me snapped.
“You HEARTLESS BASTARD!” I screamed.
I grabbed a nearby vase and hurled it at him. It shattered as it struck his chest, shards scattering across the room.
Ronan didn’t flinch. Didn’t dodge.
“You cold, unfeeling monster!” I shrieked, my hands grabbing whatever I could find to throw. “Elior is dead! He died because of you! Because of YOU! He was OUR son! Don’t you dare deny it!” My vision blurred completely. I couldn’t see anything but grief. “HE. WAS. YOURS. You arrogant, useless Alpha!”
His expression went pale. His lips parted ever so slightly.
He hadn’t seen this version of me before.
He had always imagined me as the perfect Luna—the quiet one. Gentle. Dignified.
Now he was looking at the woman he had broken.
And I loathed him for it.