He frowned slightly, maybe sensing the emptiness behind my words. Then he leaned in to kiss me. I turned at the last second, and his lips brushed my cheek instead. His confusion flickered, but he said nothing. Just sighed and muttered, “See you later.”
Hannah appeared then, her arm perfectly bandaged, her eyes bright as she clung to him. “We’ll be late,” she chirped.
They left together.
And they didn’t know it then, but it was the last time they’d ever see me.
When the door shut, I turned to the desk where I’d been working all morning. Papers lay scattered—divorce papers, medical reports, proof of everything they’d done. Evidence that Alpha Jeremiah had paid the soldiers I hired to sabotage Annie’s rescue, that Hannah received my daughter’s heart. I’d gathered it all.
I sealed the documents in an envelope, addressed to Alpha Jeremiah, and tied it with silver thread. On top, I wrote a note,
Happy birthday, my Alpha.
— Zera Hatunberg.
Then I called Beta Amiel.
“Give this to him,” I said, handing him the envelope. “During the celebration.”
He looked at me warily. “Luna… are you sure?”
“I’m not Luna anymore,” I whispered. “Just do it.”
He nodded, understanding the unspoken finality in my voice.