LOGINLilian’s POV.
Elm Square. That’s where I was.
Even without staring up, I could tell. I could tell because I’d walked this path over and over for hours, pacing around this side of the Pack like someone caught in a loop.
I felt dead inside. Dead, hollow, hurt and angry.
I looked up to see my suspicions confirmed, towering glass buildings with people shuffling in and out of it even after the sun was already setting. I was in Elm Square.
Aaron’s office was just down the lane as I sat by one of the benches, hoping he’d come by and take me home or something. But that was unlikely because he’d passed me by earlier without sparing me a glance.
I could feel my wolf’s anger and hurt radiating off my skin like heat, whimpering in my head. That was enough to shatter me. She was hurt, just like always.
The truth was, Aaron had always cheated. Somehow, I could always feel it through the mate bond like a dull knife driving through my chest, hurting in a dull way but still hurting regardless. Then he’d apologized after I confronted him until he snapped at me. Making a friend of the betraying sensation, I couldn’t fathom why I was unable to deal with this as one of his escapades.
Perhaps, because of my baby. Proof of our shared love. My hand casually caressed my belly and I felt a smile tug on my lips—a bitter one. I still never told him about my—our—baby. Maybe he’d change his mind after hearing, retract his words, maybe.
Hope flickered in my mind like a candlelight and I did my best to hold onto it, seeing the light even in the bleakness of our marriage. A small smile tugged at my lips as I gathered my gown—now soiled with dust—off the bench and walked towards the road. Hailing a cab, I ordered him to drop me off at the pack house.
Moonstone Haven came into view too soon. I hadn’t gathered my thoughts yet, but I alighted from the cab while the guards stood aside for me. My thoughts rushed through my mind wildly, imagining how it’d all play out.
Entering the house, I soon found myself in the hallway opposite my room and fumbled with the knob, finally taking a deep breath before entering.
“For my baby,” I chanted. “For our love.” I repeated like it was a mantra as I entered the room.
There, Aaron sat calmly by his reading table, eyes scanning me. Even under the dim lights, I could make out the contempt and coldness in his eyes.
“You’re back. Finally,” he drawled, words holding no emotion as they stabbed my chest.
I moved closer to him. “Aaron, I–”
“Sign it,” he said coldly. I moved closer to the table as my heart skipped a beat. Divorce papers.
Tears pooled in my eyes as I went on my knees, beginning to plead. Divorce?! “Aaron, Aaron please. You don’t want to do this.”
“Lillian, let’s not do this. Sign the forsaken papers and leave my fucking house!” He fired as he snatched his thigh away from my my grip.
“Aaron, if this is about you cheating—what happened in your office, I can overlook it. I can”—my breath hitched in my throat in a miserable attempt to speak while tears poured from my face—“It never happened. I can forget it all happened. But Aaron please, don’t cast me out.”
Aaron scoffed. “Cheating?”
He turned to look at me, malicious intent evident in those blue eyes of his as his legs found my stomach, continuously kicking it. I yelped in pain, screamed for help that would never come but my arms guarded my belly. I couldn’t afford to lose my baby. I need to keep my baby safe.
“That wasn’t cheating, Lillian. I was spending quality time with the woman I love—my mate! Like I said, you’re nothing but a pawn. I needed a mate to claim my inheritance and you, nameless and helpless, came just in time. I only waited so long because I thought you could bear me a heir before I could finally kill you or banish you.”
Something snapped in me as his words came out, hitting me and cutting deep into my skin, bone and heart. How could he say such venomous words to me? After learning his intention, I decided it was best to keep my pregnancy a secret from him. He’s a monster.
“But it turns out you’re not only an orphan, but also a useless vermin,” Aaron snorted, suddenly cackling. “I want you out of my house before midnight, Lillian. Disobey me and you’ll wish you were dead alongside your useless parents.”
I felt my wolf whimper in pain as Aaron took an elixir that sent pangs of pain into my soul. A shriek escaped my lips. Veilrend Elixir…he severed our sacred bond in the most cruel way ever.
I felt…empty. But I fought the pain and stood to my feet. How ironic that he’s the one who cheated, and yet I had to suffer for it, beg him not to leave me. But I was done begging! I was done being weak.
“I, Lillian Darkfire reject you, Alpha Aaron Moonstone!” I spat with every single strength I could muster, before signing the divorce papers.
I found myself being thrown out of Moonstone Haven, near the border by guards on Aaron’s command while maids shot me pitiful glances and sneers on my way out.
Despite Arya, my wolf’s pain of losing her mate, I convinced myself that it was for the best. Rejecting him, signing the divorce papers, everything. I needed to get away from him. I’d never beg a man to treat me right, my self-respect couldn’t take that.
My legs felt like lead as I wondered where I’d go next, standing alone in the desolate woods. I kept walking through the night.
The sound of leaves being crunched suddenly filled the woods, as if someone was walking behind me. Then… a snarl. I glanced back to see three wolves appearing, their chin dripping with blood. Rogues!
Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I began to run through the woods, their snarls sounding closer. I couldn’t shift, Arya was too weak. I ran for my life as the snarls came closer to me. I hopped into the road hoping anyone would see me for help but a wolf came out of nowhere, tackling me to the ground.
A groan escaped my lips as my vision turned hazy, trees blurring into a haze. I panted heavily as I laid helplessly under the weight of the wolf sniffing me with hunger in its eyes.
Did Aaron send them to kill me?! They must be bandits, abducting elites to torture them and extort them. Am I going to die? Is this the end?
A white wolf hopped out of nowhere, running the one on me into something that sounded like a tree while my eyelids shuttered, surrendering to the darkness that claimed me.
Dorian’s POV“Lillian, please don’t be like this,” I said, moving to follow her as she walked away. “What happened with Miranda, it was a mistake. A terrible mistake that I don’t even remember making, but a mistake nonetheless.”She stopped walking, but the silence that enveloped us was cold and heavy, nothing like the comfortable silences we used to share. For a long moment, she just stood there with her back to me, and I wondered if she was going to ignore me completely.Then she spoke, her voice quiet but clear in the morning air.“I actually wish it was just a mistake,” she said. “I wish it was something that happened randomly, without planning or purpose. But we both know that’s not true, is it? The elders orchestrated all of this because they don’t see me as fit to become your Luna. Because I’m not one of their daughters, not someone they chose and approved of.”“That doesn’t matter,” I insisted. “What the elders think doesn’t change how I feel about you.”“Doesn’t it though?” L
Dorian’s POVI’d been looking for Lillian all morning, needing to talk to her before I headed to the office for meetings I couldn’t postpone. After everything that had happened yesterday, we needed to actually sit down and have a real conversation instead of just reacting to one crisis after another.I checked our old shared bedroom first, then her private room, then several other places she might have retreated to. Finally, I ran into Alanna in the hallway carrying what looked like art supplies.“Have you seen Lillian?” I asked.“She’s in the garden,” Alanna said, her tone cooler than usual. Clearly she was upset with me about the Miranda situation, though she was professional enough not to say so directly. “She went out there about ten minutes ago.”“How is she?” I asked, though I already knew the answer would be some variation of “terrible.”“How do you think?” Alanna replied, then seemed to catch herself. “Sorry. That was unprofessional. She’s… managing. Trying to hold it together
Lillian’s POVI stared at Elder Carter as he emerged from the shadows, that sealed envelope clutched in his hand like a prize he was eager to deliver to someone.“What are you doing lurking around here?” I demanded, my voice still sharp with anger from what Miranda had done to Celeste. “Hiding in the gardens like some kind of spy?”“I came to see my daughter,” Elder Carter said smoothly, though his eyes held that same calculating coldness I’d seen before. “To make sure she’s settled comfortably and has everything she needs. Is that a crime?”“What’s that letter?” I asked, pointing to the envelope he was now trying to casually hide behind his back.“Nothing that concerns you,” he said, shifting his position so the envelope was less visible.But I’d already seen it, and my suspicions were immediately aroused. Who was he delivering messages to? What schemes were being coordinated right under our noses?“This is all planned, isn’t it?” I said, the pieces clicking together. “Everything Mir
Lillian’s POVI held Celeste tightly against me, my hands running over her small body to check for any signs of injury. “Did she hurt you, baby? Did Miranda do anything to hurt you physically?”“No,” Celeste whimpered against my shoulder. “She just talked to me.”“What did she say?” I demanded, looking past Celeste to glare at Miranda who was still sitting calmly on the bench with that infuriating smirk on her face.Miranda actually laughed, the sound light and mocking. “Oh, Lillian, you need to calm down. I didn’t hurt your precious daughter. We just had a nice conversation about honesty and truth. Nothing wrong with that, is there?”“Everything about you is wrong,” I said, my voice shaking with rage.“Careful,” Miranda said, her smile widening. “You’re getting very worked up over nothing. You know, someone in my condition needs to be very cautious. Too much stress, too much conflict babies can be so fragile. They can just… slip away. And never come back.”The words were clearly mean
Lillian’s POVI walked away from Dorian and headed straight to Celeste’s room, my emotions too raw and overwhelming to deal with anything else right now. I needed to hold my daughter, needed to ground myself in something pure and uncomplicated before I completely fell apart.Celeste was sitting on her bed playing with her dolls when I entered, and the moment she saw my face, her expression shifted to concern.“Mommy, why are you crying?” she asked, immediately abandoning her toys to come to me.I sank down onto her bed and pulled her into my arms, hugging her tightly against my chest like she was the only solid thing in a world that had turned to quicksand.“I’m okay, baby,” I lied, stroking her hair. “Just a hard day.”“Who was that lady?” Celeste asked, her voice muffled against my shoulder. “The one with the orange hair that everyone was yelling about?”My heart clenched. Of course she’d heard the commotion. The pack house wasn’t that big, and we hadn’t exactly been quiet during th
Lillian’s POVSeeing Miranda pressed against Dorian like that, her arms around him and his hands on her shoulders to steady her, infuriated me in ways I couldn’t even fully articulate. It hurt on a visceral level seeing another woman claiming physical comfort from my mate, playing the damsel in distress while he instinctively protected her.“She’s lying,” I said, my voice coming out stronger than I felt. “Dorian, she’s lying about all of this. She hit me first, she’s been threatening me and Celeste, and now she’s twisting everything to make herself look like the victim.”“I saw it happen,” Alanna interjected firmly, stepping forward to stand beside me in solidarity. “I came around the corner just in time to see Miranda slap Lillian across the face. Hard. Lillian only defended herself after being struck first. Everything Miranda is saying is a manipulation.”But Elder Rex moved to block Alanna’s path, his expression stern and dismissive. “You’re Lillian’s close friend and confidante. O
Aaron’s POVThe sting on my cheek from Shantel’s slap brought a surge of rage through me that cut through the alcohol haze. I stood up abruptly, my chair scraping against the floor as I faced her with fury burning in my eyes.“How dare you lay a hand on me,” I snarled, my voice dropping to somethin
Aaron’s POVIt was down to the last breath, the final moments before everything I’d built over the past decade collapsed completely. I’d tried everything to hold onto my investors, made promises I couldn’t keep, offered deals I couldn’t honor, begged men who used to respect me to reconsider their d
Lillian’s POVThe air between us was tense, thick with years of animosity. I could see Shantel’s eyes beginning to water, tears threatening to spill over as the reality of her situation crashed down on her with brutal force. Her lower lip trembled slightly, and her hands shook where they rested on
Lillian’s POVI stared at my secretary, still processing the information. Christine imprisoned and Shantel desperately trying to reach me, it was almost too perfect. Shantel had clearly moved fast to punish the woman who’d slept with her husband, and now she wanted to what, commiserate with me? See







