“Then you should get some rest. I’m going to the clinic,” I said, reaching for my bag, already turning away.
“Celeste…” he began, reaching out to stop me.
“What is it?” I asked, my tone flat and devoid of interest.
“I'll make it up to you for the anniversary celebration next time, okay?” He suggested his voice a weak plea for reconciliation.
A ghost of a smile played on my lips, empty and devoid of feeling. “Nah, don't worry about it. I’m not mad,” I replied, the words hollow and meaningless.
He looked at me, searching for a response, and then pulled me into a hug. The gesture felt as empty as his promises. “There’s a gathering of different packs this weekend,” he murmured into my hair. “Let’s go together.”
It was obvious that Dane’s background was far more prestigious than mine. He was the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack after all. Not only that, but he was highly respected as well. I had attended gatherings and banquets with him, but everyone barely acknowledged me, treating me as an outsider.