Suddenly, a crash echoed through the room.
We both turned to see Farah, her wide eyes fixed on the shattered remains of our wedding photo. A huge wedding photo… of me and Alpha Ethan.
“Oh no,” she gasped, feigning innocence as she knelt beside the shards. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to knock it over.”
Ethan rushed to her side, his face etched with worry. “Are you hurt?”
Farah shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. “Just startled.”
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to his chest like she was the most precious thing in the world. “Nothing is more important than you and your safety.”
I stood there, frozen in place. The jagged glass between us mirrored the chasm in our relationship—once whole, now irreparably shattered.
“It’s fine,” I muttered, kneeling to pick up the pieces. One of them sliced my finger, and blood welled up instantly. I ignored it.
Then, after shattering the wedding frame like nothing, I saw how Farah lifted her head, her eyes gleaming with mock concern. “Alpha… I don’t feel safe alone right now… my staff is off-duty. Could I stay here for a while?”
“Of course,” Ethan replied without hesitation. “Take the Luna quarters. It’s the most comfortable.”