I had waited a decade for his affection—since I was sixteen years old. I endured years of silent longing, endured becoming his hidden mate, endured carrying his child while being kept in the dark. I knew how to wait.
What I could not endure was being reduced to a tool—used to bear his heir, only to be discarded once my purpose was fulfilled and replaced by another woman.
On my way to the hospital, I stopped by the commercial complex next door, hoping to eat something light. My appetite was poor, but I knew I needed the strength.
That was when a voice I knew far too well reached my ears.
“This area deserves closer attention. Local luxury brands are expanding faster than expected.”
My steps faltered.
I turned my head—and there he was.
Ronan stood only a few aisles away, tall and composed as ever. At his side was Delilah. Both were dressed impeccably, radiating the polished air of a formal inspection. They looked like a perfect pair—Alpha and Luna-in-waiting.
My chest tightened painfully. I was just about to turn away when I heard a light, artificial laugh.
“Well, isn’t this unexpected? Miss Ravenscar—what a coincidence!”