“You let him die!” I choked. “You didn’t lift a single finger to save our child! And now you talk about punishment? You think I need forgiveness? I will never forgive you! You stole my son—you stole the life I had with him!”
I grabbed another vase—whatever my hand landed on—and hurled it at him again.
“That’s ENOUGH, Luna!” Ronan barked, surging forward and seizing my wrists.
“Enough?!” I screamed directly in his face, my entire body thrashing. “You have the nerve to say enough? All of you are the same! You selfish, cold-hearted Alphas!” I struggled against his grip like a wild thing. “Elior is gone! And none of you—not even you—fought to save him! Why, Ronan? Why didn’t you come?”
My tears were hot, endless. I hated the way my voice cracked, how broken I sounded.
His grip turned harsh. His voice lowered, venom dripping from each syllable. “He wasn’t mine,” he hissed. “Stop the delusion. You’re not thinking straight—”
Before he could finish, I lunged forward and bit into his hand.
He let out a sharp sound of pain, wrenching away as blood trickled down.
“Let me go!” I screamed, panting and sobbing. “I don’t want you here! I don’t want to see your face again!”
My entire body trembled as I gasped for air.
“You let Elior die,” I whispered, barely able to speak. “You let our son die…”
His eyes darkened, rage swirling in them. His grip became painful.
“Say that again,” he growled. “Say it one more time and see what happens.”
Suddenly, my sister Hannah burst into the room.
“Get your hands off her, Ronan!” she barked.
He faltered, holding me for a second longer before releasing me.
Hannah rushed to my side, wrapping her arms tightly around me as I collapsed into her.
“Leave,” she told him. “Come back when she asks for you. Not before.”
His jaw tensed. He said nothing as he turned away and stormed out.
The moment the door slammed shut, Hannah whispered, “He’s gone, Selene. It’s okay. I’m right here.”
But her voice was distant.
My mind was somewhere else.
Back in that cave.
Back to that night.
Elior’s soft, trembling voice haunted me again.
“Daddy… I want to see Daddy…”
My vision blurred again with fresh tears.
I had called Ronan. Again and again.
He never answered.
He left one message.
“Stop calling. I don’t care.”
And that—
That was the moment I knew:
I would never, ever forgive him. Never.
Selene’s POV
It had been ninety days since Elior was taken from me—since my world lost all color, all meaning.