Now, with Cassian’s death, he was using the promise of a celebration as a tool to manipulate and coerce me. It was a sickening attempt to lure me back into submission, exploiting my grief for his own convenience.
I fought to keep the pain from showing on my face as I met his gaze. "No need, Alpha. We’re done. I’m leaving this hellhole, just as you’ve always wanted. Enjoy your dream life with Morgana."
It seemed my departure was beyond Thorne’s comprehension. His sneer betrayed his disbelief. "What? Not coming to me, pretending you need me to play with your son anymore?"
His tone was dripping with scorn, a fact not lost on me. Before I could respond, Morgana interjected, her voice laden with feigned innocence. "Aria, stop deceiving our Alpha. If Cassian were really dying, why would you be here alone?"
I could no longer contain my fury. "Shut up! You have no right to speak of my son."
Morgana’s face fell, hurt masking her satisfaction. "Alright, I won’t mention him again. Don’t be mad at me, Aria."