We walked back through the quiet night, but something felt lighter in the air, almost freeing. Jaxon glanced down at me, his gaze softened back to its usual warmth, but there was a fierceness there, too—a promise that I wouldn’t be walking this path alone.
I might be broken, but I wasn’t defeated. And as I walked away from the hospital, from the man who had betrayed me, I made a silent vow. My life would no longer be defined by the ruins of his love. I would forge something stronger, something unbreakable, not for him, but for myself and the life I carried within me.
The council’s stony faces were lined with disbelief as I announced my decision. “I’m divorcing Alpha Cale,” I declared, my voice unwavering, even as their expressions turned skeptical, some even offended. They couldn’t fathom it, couldn’t process how I could break away from the Alpha of our pack while carrying his heir.
One elder’s brow furrowed as he shook his head. “Luna Jasmine, you bear the next Alpha. You can’t—”
“I can,” I interrupted, “and I will. Cale’s loyalty belongs elsewhere.” I took a steadying breath, pressing on as I saw their shocked faces. “He has another woman, and she’s carrying his child as well.”