My thoughts raced as I pieced together the timeline. It was during those trips that Ronan claimed he was overwhelmed with Alpha duties, insisting I handle tedious administrative work on his behalf. At the time, I thought it was his way of sharing responsibility with me, a sign that he trusted me as his future Luna. Now, I saw it for what it truly was—an excuse to spend time with Violet.
Each post cut deeper than the last. The photos of them smiling together, her hand resting possessively on his chest, shattered the illusion I had clung to for years. Every time I had tried to take a photo of us together, Ronan refused, brushing me off with excuses:
“If Lizzie finds out I’m dating her best friend, she’ll rip me apart.”
“Pack gossip is brutal, Ayla. I’m just protecting you.”
But the truth was clear now—Ronan had never wanted to protect me. He had wanted to hide me.
Just as I was about to close the app, a new post from Violet appeared at the top of her feed. My heart froze.