Something inside me snapped, the tether of restraint fraying to nothing. “Get out,” I said, my voice low and deadly calm.
Talia raised a brow. “Excuse me?”
“I said get out! Before I do something we’ll both regret,” I growled, my wolf surfacing, teeth bared in warning.
Lucian stepped between us, his hand raised in a pathetic gesture of control. “Enough, Seraphina. You’re embarrassing yourself.”
I stared at him, my mate, the man who was supposed to protect me, to stand with me. But there was nothing left to fight for in his eyes—only disappointment, as though I was the weight dragging him down.
Tears threatened to spill, but I refused to let them fall in front of him. “No, Lucian,” I said, my voice cracking. “You’re the embarrassment. To our bond, to our son, to everything we’ve built. And you don’t even care.”
"And you, Talia, shame on you for being an attention seeker whore!"
The tension strengthened as the argument spilled from the den into the common room, the space now filled with curious eyes and murmurs. I could feel every gaze fixed on me, their whispers crawling under my skin.