But his words rang hollow, bitter, and mocking. What was the point of celebrating now that Dustin was gone? My mate had already made his priorities clear—Sonya came first, while our son was pushed aside. Everyone in the pack knew it; Craig had always favored my sister’s presence at every banquet and public event, leaving me alone and disrespected in my role as Luna of Moonridge.
Now, with Dustin dead, Craig was using the promise of a birthday celebration as a manipulative tool to bend me to his will. It was a cruel, disgusting tactic—playing on my grief just to force me back under his control.
I fought hard to keep the anguish from breaking through my expression as I met his gaze without flinching. “No need, Alpha. It’s over. I’m leaving this place—the nightmare you wanted me trapped in. Enjoy your perfect little world with Sonya.”
Craig’s reaction showed he couldn’t believe what I was saying. A sneer twisted his lips in contempt. “What? You’re not coming to me? Pretending you still need me to care for your son?”