He dismissed my words entirely. “Enough. Move your things out. Stay in one of the guest rooms downstairs.”
Victoria gently placed her hand on his arm, and he allowed it without hesitation. The sight made my stomach churn. He used to dislike being touched in front of others—unless it was me.
“Thank you, Alpha,” she murmured softly, glancing at me over her shoulder with quiet triumph.
Then they walked out together, her hand still resting on his arm.
The door closed behind them, and the silence that followed pressed heavily against my chest.
I remained standing there, staring at the room that was no longer mine. My scent still lingered in the air, clung to the sheets, yet it already felt unfamiliar. The omega maids shifted awkwardly, unsure how to react.
“It’s alright,” I whispered. “Just leave everything. I’ll pack myself.”
Once they left, I sank onto the edge of the bed, tears finally slipping free.
This wasn’t the Xavier I had fallen in love with two years ago. Back then, he had been gentle yet strong. He used to hold my hands and tell me I was the only she-wolf who brought him peace. He promised that once we were married, he would make me the happiest Luna alive.