“How long?” I asked, tears blurring my vision. “How long have you been with her?”
“Does it matter?” Damon asked, his voice flat. “It’s not like—”
“It matters to me!” I screamed, the rage exploding out of me. “You were supposed to be my mate! You were supposed to be there for US! For our son!”
His silence was the answer I didn’t want, but I already knew the truth. I had lost my son, and now I was losing everything else. My mate, my family, my whole world.
“I held our son while he died, Damon,” I whispered, my voice broken. “And you were with my sister... damn!”
“I’m sorry, Luna,” he said, but the words felt empty, like he didn’t mean them. Like he was just saying it because he had to.
I shook my head, wiping my tears. “No, you’re not sorry! You’re sorry you got caught.”
He didn’t deny it. He just stood there, staring at me with that same cold, detached look. I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind me.
As I stormed out, the whispers of the pack filled my ears. They weren't just in my head—I knew the gossip was already spreading. I could almost hear the hushed voices, the sideways glances.