“Why not? I’m a Luna,” I said firmly, narrowing my eyes.
The warrior averted his gaze. “I’m sorry, Luna. I can’t say.”
My chest tightened, anger simmering beneath my shock. He hadn’t even told me he was back from his so-called summit.
The warrior guarding the door wasn’t moving at all until David arrived. “You’re a warrior of the pack. You shouldn’t defy your Luna.”
The warrior said nothing and just gave way to me. I would have thanked David, but remembering that he was hiding the truth from me, I didn’t care either.
The door was slightly ajar, and I hesitated briefly, my heart pounding. A part of me knew I shouldn’t look, that whatever I saw would only hurt me more. But curiosity and pain pushed me forward.
I peeked inside, and the air was knocked out of me.
Trent stood by his desk, and Monica was in his arms. Their faces were close, far too near. Then, as if on cue, his lips met hers.
That was when it felt like my entire world had collapsed instantly. They kissed, utterly oblivious to the world around them. The way his hand rested on her waist and her smile melted into his—it was as if nothing else mattered.
How dare you!!! My wolf screamed inside me, wanting to shift right there and then. I had to calm her down.
I wanted to storm in, to claw the perfect little bubble they had created for themselves. But I didn’t. This time, I didn’t run either. Instead, I reached for my phone with trembling hands. I snapped a photo, capturing the moment Monica looked up at him with that same sickening smile I’d seen in the auction pictures.
It was perfect.
Then, I walked back to my car. Once inside, I stared at the photo; the image seared into my mind. I opened a dummy account on the pack’s network, uploaded the picture, and sent it directly to Henry, Monica’s mate.
Back home, I packed everything Trent had given me over the past five years and carried the boxes downstairs. I lit the fire and tossed them in individually, watching the flames consume my past.
As the fire roared to life, Monica appeared out of nowhere and, without saying a word, kicked one of the boxes. Embers and ash scattered, some even landing on her, but she only smiled.
I narrowed my eyes. “What are you doing, Monica?”