“I should have known you’d try to pull something like this,” he said coldly. “You’re not coming to Mavin’s birthday. You don’t deserve to be there.”
My stomach dropped. “Gavin, please—”
But he was already turning away, guiding Avery toward the hallway where a healer waited. My vision blurred, but I refused to cry. Not here. Not in front of them.
Mavin’s birthdays had always been special to me. Every year, I planned them, making sure everything was perfect. But now, I wouldn’t even be allowed to see him.
Avery turned back, a smirk curling on her lips. “You should get used to this, Ofelia. You don’t have a place here anymore.”
When Mavin’s birthday arrived, I sat alone in my room, staring at my phone. They had left without me, and the silence of the mansion felt suffocating. A notification popped up.
Avery had posted pictures online.
Gavin, Avery, and Mavin stood together, dressed in matching outfits. The caption read: A happy pack. Finally complete.
Tears blurred my vision. The comments were full of praise, people celebrating their reunion, calling them the perfect pack. As if I had never existed. As if I hadn’t spent years raising Mavin, loving him like my own.