Chapter 7

Lillian’s POV

“You’re always welcome to my pack. Just tell me whenever.” After whispering that, he quickly let go of me and move away like nothing happens.

When I ask Craig about joining his pack, an idea planted by the elders, I really haven’t thought it through. But now that he accepts, I can’t help but subconsciously look at Keegan.

His eyes shift between me and Craig, looking at our closeness with a sharp gaze. Whether it’s out of anger or curiosity, I couldn’t care less.

What I care most right now is the fact that if I really change pack and go with Craig, I’ll still have a connection with Keegan. One way or another, our paths will still cross each other.

I sigh inwardly. “I guess… I was being too impulsive earlier.”

With the hesitation building up on me, I decide to merely smile and vaguely reply, “I’ll see you when I see you.”

With that, I left them to deal with things by themselves and went straight back to the house, only to be greeted with another surprise.

I hear rustlings upstairs as soon as I get in. Following the sound, I reach my room, where the door is open. It looks like a storm has passed by, judging by how everything is upside down.

“What are you doing?! Get away from my things!” I shout in anger upon seeing Whitney and Evie, mother and cousin of Keegan, stashing my things in the room.

Scoffing, Whitney crosses her arms and points at my now-opened and scattered luggage. “Where do you think you’re going, packing your bags like some runaway? You still have responsibilities at the hospital! You need to take care of Sienna!”

I haven’t even opened my lips to retort when a cheap laugh echoes in the room. Holding up my handmade bead necklace with a wooden moon pendant, Evie snorts, “Look at this pathetic little thing. Were you planning to sell it for pocket change?”

“Give it back! That’s mine!" I frantically reach for it, but every advance I take, she moves back and raises it higher.

“Relax. I just wanted to look at it. No need to get so worked up over junk,” she laughs and mocks me, yet she cannot take her eyes or hands off my things. How ironic!

I am about to reach for it, but Whitney grabs my arm and pushes me back. Glaring at me, she hisses, “You should be grateful she even cares to touch your things. Someone like you should know your place. You’ll never be good enough to be Luna. You’re not even a quarter as good as Sienna!”

Trembling with anger, I nudge Whitney and try to snatch it from Evie. “I said, give it back!”

We scuffle a bit, neither of us giving back… and so as a result, the necklace snaps and its beads scatter to the floor.

I stare at it with a heavy chest, feeling like half of my heart collapses with it.

Footsteps echo from behind me, but I don’t need to turn around to see who it is as Evie immediately makes it known. “Keegan, I didn’t mean to upset her! I just wanted to see her necklace, and she — she attacked me!” 

She continues to dramatically complain, but my attention remains on the scattered pieces on the floor.

"It’s just a necklace. Don’t make a fuss,” he dismissively says, making me look up at him and freeze.

He doesn’t remember… That necklace, which they call a piece of junk, is the only gift I got from him. He gives that to me when we were younger. When no one remembers my birthday, he does, and he gives me a necklace that’s priceless. From assembling the beads into a necklace and sculpting the moon pendant, he does everything himself.

It’s the day I fall even deeper into the cliff of love, thinking he’ll be there to catch me. But it turns out to be just my illusion that I break free as it snaps to pieces.

Glancing back at the broken necklace that symbolises the end of our relationship, I sigh and look at him with dead eyes before pushing the divorce papers into his hand, forcing him to take them. “Sign these."

“Divorce papers…” I hear Whitney whisper to the side.

Meanwhile, Keegan has his brows furrowed as he disbelievingly voices out, “Don’t cause a scene. Let’s talk later.”

Sneering, I point at the paper. “I’ve already signed. Now it’s your turn.”

“Stop making a fuss already, Lillian,” he says with controlled anger as he points out to the closet, “Go get ready — we have dinner reservations. You can’t embarrass me tonight.”

Afterwards, he pulls out a jewellery box from the inside pocket of his suit and opens it to showcase a diamond necklace before curtly saying, “Here. Consider this an apology from Evie.”

Looking down at the necklace in his hand, I feel nothing but a wave of cold emptiness crashing over me.

Mistaking my silence for an agreement, he nods his head. “Good. Then we are done here. Also, arrange a car for my mother and cousin. They’re joining us tonight.”

I look at him, sneering silently as I feel empty inside. He never stops and will never stop treating me like a maid who’s always at his beck and call.

His endless ridiculous deeds adding fuel to my burning soul, I snatch the box, close it, and throw it at his chest, letting it fall to the ground.

My voice cracks from my anger as I hiss, “I don’t want your useless apology. I’m not your nanny, and not anyone’s servant!”

“What are you saying?” he asks with a bit of shock reflecting in his burning gaze.

Laughing bitterly as tears form in the corner of my eyes. “I'm saying I'm fed up with this suffocating life.”

“With you. With all of this,” I add as I firmly point at him and everything around us.

His expression turns dark like he’s about to cause a storm, and his body seemingly lets out a stream of anger. “So what do you want to do? Go back to being a warrior? I will never let that happen, Lillian.”

My eyes turn sharp as I snort at him. With a deadly but calm voice, I shake my head and reply, “You’re wrong, Keegan. Very soon, you’ll have no say in anything about me.”

With my head held high, I continue using my maiden name, “I, Lilian Harrington, reject you as my mate and my husband.”