It was absurd — of course it was just a bit of dizziness. But to Craig, it warranted more care than he ever gave me. I remembered when I’d been attacked by a rogue, blood trailing down my arm, and I’d begged for his help. His reply was ice-cold: “It’s not life-threatening. Don’t waste my time.”
I was his Luna, his wife, his mate — yet none of it ever mattered.
That night, as he pleaded for me to stay, as if he'd only just realized I existed, I looked at him one last time.
And I left.
Seeing them together made my stomach twist painfully. To watch him shower Sonya with such care and tenderness, while he hadn’t once bothered to check on his own son for years, ignited a furious storm inside me.
“Alpha... You want me out of your life, don’t you? Fine. It’s over between us. I’m leaving,” I said, my voice shaking with a mixture of rage and heartbreak.
He had never truly wanted me as his mate. He only accepted the bond because of the pressure from our allied packs and the ancient laws that forced our union. But in all that time, he never acknowledged me—or the wolf inside me. That neglect had sapped my strength, leaving my wolf’s spirit so fragile I felt only the Moonstone could mend it.