It’s as if I become invisible whenever she’s around, my presence dimmed by the mere sight of her. My mate, who is supposed to cherish and protect me, didn’t even stop considering how I would feel when he decided to let Andrea stay in our Manor—our home. The place that is supposed to be our sanctuary has become a battlefield for my emotions.
He didn’t think of me at all.
Why? Why do I feel like the loser when I’m supposed to be the Luna?
"Good morning," Andrea greeted me when I entered the dining hall. She was holding a pot and wearing the apron I always wear whenever I cook.
My gaze shifted to my mate, who was waiting for Andrea to serve the food she cooked.
"Andrea cooked our food, Elysian. She insisted on cooking because she didn't want to be a burden for us. Come on, sit with us."
"I'm sorry, Elysian. I asked Lewis if I could use your kitchen because this is my morning routine, and I cook for my daughter. And I don't want to burden you."
I cocked my brows and walked straight to the dining table, "Do I have a choice? You're already done cooking."
"Elysian!"
I sat down and shifted my gaze to my mate, "What? I am just stating, Lewis."
Alpha growled, "Elysian, you're being rude!"