Jane’s lips parted, but she hesitated before speaking. "Felicia, you’re Luna. If you leave him, you’ll lose everything. Your title, your place in the pack..."
"He already took everything from me," I whispered. "He took my pride, my love, my trust. What’s a title compared to that?
Jane reached for my hand and squeezed it gently. "You don’t have to decide everything tonight. Let’s get you out of here first."
I shook my head. "I can’t go back to that house. Not to our bed. Not to the scent of him still lingering in the sheets."
Jane sighed before pulling out her phone. "Fine. I’ll book a hotel. You need rest."
After a few minutes, she put her phone down and turned to me. "Room’s ready. Let’s get you there."
The drive to the hotel was quiet. The storm outside had slowed, the roads slick with rain. My thoughts swirled, tangled in memories, our first run together as mates, the way he had held me under the stars, the promises he had whispered against my skin. Lies. All of it.
When we arrived, Jane pulled up in front of the entrance and turned to me. "Are you sure you don’t want me to take you up?"
I mustered a small smile. "I’ll be fine. Go home and rest."