He leaned in, giving me a quick, almost mechanical kiss on the cheek. "I’ll be heading out. Got a quick meeting with the pack," he said, reaching for his coat.
I swallowed, forcing my voice to stay steady. "Another one?"
He chuckled, "Yeah, you know how it is."
Before I could say anything else, he was already out the door. I stood there, staring at the empty space he’d left behind, the calm shattering inside me. How could he keep doing this? Acting so normal, so loving?
I grabbed my keys and headed out, following his car at a distance, my heart pounding with every mile.
My stomach twisted as I watched him pull up to the healer’s office, and then she appeared. His mistress. Jaxon walked over and took her hand, leading her inside with a warmth I hadn’t felt from him in ages. It hit me like a punch to the gut—this wasn’t just a fling. They were here for a check-up, probably for the pup they were expecting.
I felt a dull, throbbing ache in my ring finger, where our bond should have been strong and steady. But now, it was like a broken link, frayed and painful, a reminder of everything I thought we had.