I was done being the silent, suffering wife! I had tried, for the sake of the pack, for the sake of the bond, but I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t stay in a place where I was unloved and unwanted…
I took a deep breath and walked down the stairs, suitcase in hand. Damon was sitting on the couch, leaning back casually while Leah sat too close to him, her hand resting on his arm like she had any right to touch him. My stomach churned at the sight.
“Damon,” I called, my voice steady despite the chaos raging inside me.
He glanced up, barely paying me any attention. “Yeah?”
“I need to talk to you. Alone.”
Leah looked between us, her smirk faltering slightly, but she didn’t move. She never did. Always acting like she had more of a claim on him than I did.
“It’s fine, Luna. Whatever you need to say, you can say it in front of her,” Damon said, his tone dismissive.
I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my emotions in check. “No. It’s not fine. This is between you and me.”
Leah huffed, crossing her arms. “Oh please, Luna. You’re just going to whine about how Damon hasn’t been paying attention to you, aren’t you? Let me guess—you’re upset because he’s been with me?”