The door to Mason’s office was ajar. My wolf growled in warning, but I pushed it open. Just a little. Just enough to see.
And there they were.
Mason sat on the edge of his desk, his golden eyes—the ones that once looked at me with nothing but devotion—locked on her. Claire stood between his legs, her hands on his chest, her lips curved into a smile that made my blood boil.
"You don’t have to worry about her," Mason said softly. "She doesn’t suspect anything."
My world cracked.
Claire laughed, light and mocking. "She’s too busy trying to be the perfect Luna to notice. Honestly, Mason, you deserve better."
Better.
The word was a knife to my chest, slicing through me in a way no claw or fang ever could.
Mason leaned forward, cupping her face, and bile rose in my throat as he whispered, "You’re all I need," before kissing her.
The door creaked as my hand slipped from the handle. Their heads snapped toward me.
"Lilian!” Mason’s eyes widened, guilt flashing across his face.
My hands balled into fists at my sides. I wanted to scream, to rip her throat out, but instead, I focused on him. “What happened to the promise of forever you made when you marked me?”