Owe her? It was she who had slandered my son, Kylo. The injustice of it all was overwhelming. I could feel the resentment and hurt bubbling up inside me. Caspian had always taken her side, no matter what. I scoffed, the anger in my voice unmistakable. “In your dreams! I hate you!”
As I faced Caspian, my eyes were devoid of the affection that once lingered there, replaced now with a cold, unrelenting hatred.
“Claire,” Caspian’s voice carried an air of frustration mixed with an unexpected softness. “Just do as you’re told, and you can have whatever you want. I can accompany your son or even grant you the title of my Luna.”
The words he spoke were like a mockery of the dreams I once held. I had yearned to be his Luna, to share a life with him, but in reality, his public life was always entwined with Ophelia. To the world, she was his Luna, his mate, his constant companion at gatherings with other Alphas and neighboring packs. I had been a shadow, a secret never acknowledged. And now, when I no longer desired what he offered, he wielded it like a weapon to coerce me into submission.