I had grown accustomed to this. With my sister around, I was invisible to him. Even in our youth, when my previous pack allied with Silverclaw, Thorne's attention was always on Morgana. It shocked him when, at his coming-of-age ceremony, he discovered we were the ones fated to be together.
Seeing the suitcase at my feet, Thorne finally stopped. His voice was devoid of emotion. "Aria, what is this about now?"
Morgana, clinging affectionately to Thorne’s neck, looked up at me. "Aria, I feel dizzy, and since Alpha Thorne said it’s better to rest here, so he brought me into the pack house. You don’t mind, do you?"
It was just a simple dizziness. I watched as Thorne gently settled her on the sofa, massaging her forehead as if she were made of glass.
Memories of our past flooded my mind. After we married and mated, he never truly cared for me. When I was attacked by a rogue and bled, he didn't come to check on me despite my pleas.
His response had been cold and detached, "A bleeding arm isn’t life or death. Why bother me?"
I was his mate, his Luna, but all those didn't matter to him.