When they finished eating, Ethan finally reached for the document. He didn’t even glance at the title—“Formal Resignation of Luna Duties and Dissolution of Marriage”—before scrawling his signature across the bottom.
“There,” he said, distracted, his eyes back on Farah. “Handled.”
He didn’t ask what it was. He didn’t look me in the eye.
I watched him walk out with Farah, his hand resting on the small of her back, both of them murmuring and laughing as they left the dining hall behind.
The moment the door closed, I exhaled and closed my eyes. He didn’t even care.
I had loved him once. Deeply. Foolishly. I had married him knowing we weren’t fated. I had taken the Luna title to keep our two packs in alliance, to prevent scandal after Farah had run off with her fated mate years ago. I thought he might grow to love me if I stayed. If I proved myself. If I endured.
But now I knew the truth. I was never more than a placeholder.