No matter how much I spoil you, the pack will always be above your petty tantrums so don’t ruin my mood. "

This was the man who had once covered the bruises from my father with trembling hands.

The same man who held me the night my mother died, when my father brought his mistress and illegitimate daughter home before mom’s body was even cold.

And now he used my secrets to collude and stab a dagger in my back.

He stepped closer gently coaxing me, as if I were a child throwing a fit.

"Let's celebrate Lianna. "he murmured. "I know tonight means alot to you. First cut the cake and then we can go to the fireworks festival like every year-"

"What…are we celebrating? "

Zyan froze.

He stared at me as if I had struck him.

"You don’t remember? "

"Lianna…tonight is our mating anniversary. "

"You cried the last time I forgot." he added quietly. "You held onto my shirt and begged me not to make it meaningless. "

Silence stretched between us when a sharp echo of Zyan’s call tore through the atmosphere, his caller ID flashing for a second before he snatched it from the table.

[Baby rabbit]

Years ago I had shyly taken his phone and entered my name as 'Love bear.' That day Zyan had returned from the packhouse and slapped the phone against the wall making it shatter into millions of pieces.

'Are you fucking stupid! Don't you know that I hate such childish nicknames! Don't you dare touch my things again!'

After that he threw all the couple items I gifted him straight into the thrash.

But with Victoria, he didn't mind it at all.

The difference between love and indifference was clear.

"Nothing important. I will come right now. " He muttered on the phone.

The candle on our anniversary cake fluttered and went out just like the last three years where I cooked him a lavish meal and waited the entire night only to wake up and chew the cold food alone.

"Lianna, I don’t think the childish fireworks festival you visit every time is too crucial right? "he added, already slipping on his coat. "There is some emergency regarding the southern trade deal so I need to leave immediately. You-"

"Alright." I agreed quietly.

It was at that moment, Zyan froze, he tried. "You don’t mind? "

"No"I said quietly.

Zyan studied my face, his eyes narrowing slightly like he was searching for the familiar cracks… the plea, the tremble, the question he was used to silencing.