CHAPTER 7

Logan didn’t come home that night.

I don’t know where he went nor was my pride strong enough to look for him. And so I simply eavesdropped my way to knowing his location, but not even the Omegas and the pack members around the house were aware of where he was.

I stare at the vanity, the mirror reflecting the empty bed behind me. The memory of us, a day before George’s wedding flashed before my eyes. Us before his mate arrived.

What a cruel way to take someone away from me, Goddess.

I place the brush down, staring at my own eyes that glared at him with loath earlier. The eyes he last saw before he dashed off, speechless. I don’t think I regret ever saying all of those except for the last part.

Maybe Jane’s the only whore here. Maybe he, too, was trying his best to not fall into the matebond’s pull. What would I do if I were him?

Perhaps the little Luna who’s so adamant of taking away his mate seemed so annoying when she’s only there to fulfill the duty assigned to the mother of the Pa