The guards finally released me, and I collapsed awkwardly to the floor. Thorne’s gaze remained unwavering as he looked down at me. "You owe Morgana an apology."
Owe her an apology? It was Morgana who had belittled my son! She claimed my baby was lying! Cassian would never be a liar! Yet this good-for-nothing Alpha always took her side, no matter the circumstances.
I glared up at him, my voice thick with bitterness. "In your dreams!"
"I hate you, Alpha!" I shouted.
As I stared at Alpha Thorne, my eyes were devoid of any trace of affection, replaced instead by a deep, seething hatred. His brow furrowed in response, clearly unsettled by the intensity of my gaze.
"Aria," he said, his voice attempting a note of reason, "just do as you're told, and you can have whatever you want. We can celebrate your son's birthday, just as you wanted."
The words felt hollow and mocking. What was the point of such a celebration now that Cassian was gone? My mate had already made his choice clear, prioritizing Morgana over our son. The entire pack knew it—Thorne had always preferred my sister's company at banquets and public appearances, leaving me isolated and disrespected as Luna of Silverclaw.