She cast me a pitying look before turning away with him. Halfway down the path, she sighed dramatically. “If she despises me so much, maybe we should stop seeing each other. I don’t want to cause problems for you, Trent.”
I clenched my fists. This was my final straw. I was done with Trent Holland. Ignoring them, I continued to burn five years of my life—every memory and every lie reduced to ash. A little later, my phone vibrated with a message.
I’m sorry, love. I know asking you to apologize hurt you, but Monica is leading the Crescent Moon alliance deal. I didn’t want unnecessary conflict. Once this is over, I’ll make it up to you. I got you a gift. Just don’t be upset, okay?
I didn’t reply. I had learned my lesson. Trent didn’t love me—he loved Monica. I was just a convenient placeholder.
I packed my bag and left the packhouse. The guest lodge was quiet and secluded, which I needed. I had barely settled in when my phone rang. It was one of the pack’s secretaries.
“Luna, are you not attending today’s meeting with the elders?”
I was about to refuse when a voice in the background caught my attention—Trent. He was issuing orders.