“What in the hell is wrong with you, Vivienne?” he barked, anger vibrating through his wolf aura. “You fly into a frenzy the moment you walk through the door!”
His dominance pressed down on me—until he saw the tears filling my eyes. His grip loosened, barely.
My voice cracked. “Are you truly giving this room to her?”
Lucian’s expression tightened. “Sabrina said she feels comfortable here. It doesn’t matter if she uses it temporarily. Stop overreacting.”
“Do you even remember—”
“Enough, Vivienne!” he snapped, slicing off my words with a growl of irritation. “Your behavior these past days has been unacceptable. If this continues, I might have to reconsider whether this mating bond is still viable.”
He paused, eyes chilling to frost.
“Unless you want the pup inside you to grow up without a father.”
He was threatening me. Threatening divorce. Threatening rejection.
As I stared at him—his profile turned away like he always did when he was done arguing—every warm memory we’d built disintegrated. The vows he whispered under the moon, the promise that this nursery would belong to our firstborn forever… all of it felt like smoke and lies now.
All of it meaningless.