“You cold, unfeeling monster!” I shrieked, my hands grabbing whatever I could find to throw. “Elior is dead! He died because of you! Because of YOU! He was OUR son! Don’t you dare deny it!” My vision blurred completely. I couldn’t see anything but grief. “HE. WAS. YOURS. You arrogant, useless Alpha!”
His expression went pale. His lips parted ever so slightly.
He hadn’t seen this version of me before.
He had always imagined me as the perfect Luna—the quiet one. Gentle. Dignified.
Now he was looking at the woman he had broken.
And I loathed him for it.
“You let him die!” I choked. “You didn’t lift a single finger to save our child! And now you talk about punishment? You think I need forgiveness? I will never forgive you! You stole my son—you stole the life I had with him!”
I grabbed another vase—whatever my hand landed on—and hurled it at him again.
“That’s ENOUGH, Luna!” Ronan barked, surging forward and seizing my wrists.