"I’ve had enough of Remi," Eros muttered. "She’s boring. Always trying too hard. I’ve tolerated her for years because I had no choice, but now... now I might finally have a way out."
My blood turned cold.
"She’s just so... desperate," Eros added, his tone dripping with disdain. "Always planning these stupid surprises, thinking they’ll make a difference."
I clutched the edge of the box, my knuckles white. My breath hitched as tears pricked my eyes.
"Speaking of which," Eros continued with a sneer, "there’s a giant gift box in the room. Probably one of her idiotic attempts to impress me. I don’t even want to open it."
Darren laughed. "Classic Remi."
I bit down hard on my lip to keep from sobbing. My heart shattered into a thousand pieces. Everything I had done, everything I had planned—it was all for him. To see him smile, to feel even a fraction of his love. But now I realized he never saw me. Not as a partner. Not as his Luna. Not as anything.
The sound of water running signaled that Eros had gone into the bathroom. I sat there in the suffocating silence, tears streaming down my face. My mind reeled as I tried to process what I had just heard.
A week ago, I found out the truth: I wasn’t the Alpha’s blood daughter. A mistake at the hospital had swapped me with Daisy, the rightful heir. My parents, who once adored me, turned cold overnight. Their love felt like a distant memory. Their words grew curt, their gazes empty. I was no longer their shining star but an outsider occupying a space I no longer deserved.
I poured all my hope into tonight. Eros was my last refuge, the one person I thought might stand by me when everyone else had abandoned me.
For years, I lived under the illusion that I belonged. That I mattered. My parents’ love was gone. My position as the Alpha’s daughter stripped away. And now, the one person I thought would stand by me had just crushed my last hope.
I had done everything for Eros—sacrificed, endured, loved. And yet, it was never enough.
My hands trembled as I pressed the button inside the box, causing it to open with a soft click. I stepped out, my vision blurred by tears. My gaze fell on the glowing Moonstone in my hand, the rare and precious gift I had painstakingly obtained for him. It was supposed to symbolize my devotion, my belief in him.
But he didn’t deserve it.