When he turned back to me, his voice was full of annoyance. “Enough, Vivienne. You’re carrying a pup too, yet you show no understanding. You pushed Sabrina earlier—I’m only making sure she’s safe. If you can’t accept her presence, then maybe you’re the one who should leave.”
His words struck like a rejection blow—sharp, freezing, merciless.
I felt the blood drain from my face. My whole body shook, not just from hurt but from the bond fraying under his disregard.
“As you wish,” I said evenly, my voice cold as a winter howl.
Tonight would be my final night in this packhouse. After this, I would walk away—and Lucian Blackwood would be nothing more than a chapter I had already burned.
Decision made, I tightened my grip on the trash bag and walked out the front door, ignoring the pain twisting in my wolf’s chest.
Behind me, Sabrina’s voice floated out, coated in feigned sympathy.
“Don’t fight because of me, Lucian. She’s so angry she even took down your wedding portrait.”
Lucian sighed, frustration rumbling through his chest like an Alpha’s growl. “She’s being dramatic. Once she realizes I’m not giving in, she’ll come running back.”