Chapter 6

Lillian’s POV

For three years, I have been spending hours choosing what to wear for this day, my birthday, hoping that Keegan will knock on our door, sweep me off my feet, and surprise me to my heart’s content.

From cocktail dress, gown, to the most extravagant designs, I’ve tried it all. I’ve also hired tons of talented people to style my hair and do my makeup before, just so I can be at my best appearance and hopefully capture Keegan’s attention, but all goes in vain.

Today, I stand before the jury court with my combat boots on, camouflage pants, a white shirt, and a brown leather jacket. I no longer dress to impress; I dress to be myself. For the first time in a long time, I am being who I really am.

I have my head raised, and a will to fight radiates through my nerves, which I thought I had lost after getting married.

“Luna Lillian, are you sure about this?” Draco Magnus, sitting in the middle of the high court, an elder from our pack, asked with seriousness.

My gaze sweeps over the elders before settling on Draco. “I’ve never been more certain,” I say firmly.

Gasps ripple through the room, jaws dropping. One elder speaks up, stealing attention with a blunt question. “Do you plan to leave the Moonstone Pack, Luna Lillian?”

I don’t recognise him. He’s likely from another pack. Meeting his eyes, I respond honestly, “I haven’t decided yet, but I’m considering it.”

A grin creeps across his face, and he rushes forward to whisper, loud enough for others to hear. “Sir, it’s the perfect time. Our pack’s recruiting.”

I watch them, and curiosity fills me as I wander about what they’re recruiting for. Meanwhile, around me, murmurs rise.

“The Moonstone Pack is losing a gem.” 

“They never valued her.” 

“One’s loss, another’s gain.”

Frowning, I wonder why they’re talking about packs and gems when we’re here to discuss my divorce.

Silence returns as Draco clears his throat. “Luna Lillian, perhaps you need more time to think.”

Another elder adds, “Especially since you’re pregnant.”

My blood simmers. That pregnancy… the reason all this started. A child that’s not mine to celebrate.

I mask my anger, pressing on, “I’ve already thought this through.”

I point to the doors. “Once I stepped in here, there was no turning back.”

Uneasy glances pass between them. Draco look severely hesitant as he says, “We respect your decision, but we still need to see what Alpha Keegan will say as–”

“Thank you, but don’t worry about it. We’ll settle it privately,” I interrupt bravely after seeing that they have already prepared a divorce agreement.

Without giving them time to prolong the matter, I snatch the divorce papers from the servant’s hand who’s waiting on the side.

They are all shocked by my action, but I pay them no attention and immediately sign under my name to show my decisiveness.

“Thank you again,” that’s my last word as I bow to them in respect and turn around.

I step outside the courthouse with a heavy feeling in my heart. My childhood love and three years ended just like that… I stare at my signature in the paper as I walk, feeling both empty and dead.

I am lost in my thoughts and the pain in my heart when I suddenly bump into something, or rather… someone…

“Craig…”

With a raised brow and a smirk on his lips, he greets me back, mimicking my tone, “Lillian…”

Frowning at him, I rolled my eyes. “Oh, don’t mock me.”

Laughing at me while jokingly giving me a mocking glance from head to toe, he comments, “Aren’t you too old to be bumping on people by now? What are you so focused on?”

After asking, he suddenly squats down to pick up something from the ground, and that’s when I realise that the divorce paper slips from my hands.

Acting on impulse, I race him into it, but I am too late. Standing, his eyes survey the papers until his face turns grim and his lips form into a frown.

He looks at me worriedly and takes a pause as if weighing something in his mind before he sighs and asks kindly, “Do you need some help?”

I start to shake my head, but the elder’s question earlier suddenly pops into my head, and I think, “Why not?”

It’s a good thing to weigh every opportunity coming my way.

Taking the divorce papers from his hands, I politely ask, “Actually… Do you think I can join your pack in the future?”

His eyes widen in shock, and he freezes, not giving a reply. I must have shocked him.

I part my lips to speak, but my words vanish when heavy footsteps and a controlled familiar voice interrupt us.

“What are you guys doing here?” Keegan asks with a grim face, but he keeps a small, forced smile, which he always has to hide his irritation toward me whenever Craig is around.

Craig stares at me for a while before he coolly puts his hand in his pocket and shrugs his shoulders. “Nothing, just cross paths.”

Keegan causally nods his head at Craig, and immediately shifts his eyes on me like he doesn’t even hear Craig’s words. “Dress up tonight, I’ll pick you up for dinner. We’ll celebrate at a fancy restaurant.”

I look at him like he lost his mind. What is he on about this time?

No one knows how many times I have imagined this time to come – the time when he’ll ask me out on a date or celebrate something with me. I always imagine it with me jumping in joy, laughing, or hugging him.

But now that it is happening, I don’t feel anything. It’s like my heart is empty, and all that his words become a trigger to my irritation and fuels my anger.

Keegan gives a quick glance at Craig before he shifts his body a little so that only I can see his expression, clenched jaws, and taunting eyes. “Go home now, and wait for me.”

I raise my brows at him and sneers. “I’ll sure do. I have something important to say, so be back early.”

The corner of his lips twitches, but he tries to control it and clears his throat before shifting his attention back to Craig, acting like nothing happened. “Are you here for the elders, Uncle Craig?”

”Yes. I just arrived, so I want to visit them.” Craig shrugs and points up ahead to the elder’s office as he casually replies.

Seeing as they are already in their world and the conversation is about to turn into business, I take a step to walk past them, ready to leave them be.

But not even a foot away after I stride, Craig holds my arm to stop me.

“Lilian…” he calls out, looking at me. I glance past him and meet Keegan’s eyes, whose anger is palpable. Judging by Craig’s closeness, I can tell he’s about to say something I don’t want Keegan to find out just yet.

“About what you said…”