Owen was looking up at the sky. His clothes were disheveled. It had only been a short while, yet both he and Leo had grown visibly thinner and wearier.
I pretended not to see them.
"Seraphina, you're finally back," Owen said, his voice heavy with emotion.
I didn't bother wasting my breath. "What do you want?" I asked bluntly.
Owen's lips were curved into a bitter and sorrowful smile. "Is this really the end for us?"
I looked away, my expression cold. "We reached the end a long time ago, Owen. There's nothing left between us now."
This was the mate I had loved and defended for ten years.
Now that I saw him for who he really was, I no longer harbored any feelings for him.
Loving him felt like something from an alternate reality.
A tear slipped from Owen's eye. Lips trembling, he choked out, "I'm sorry. I've wronged you all these years. I know I don't deserve your love, but I also know that no one else in this world will ever care for me the way you did. I really can't live with
