SEBASTIAN How can I tell Ava the truth?How can I ever look her in the eyes and say?I lied to her.I shouldn’t be Alpha. I shouldn’t be Luna’s mate. Hell, I shouldn’t even be breathing after what I’ve done. The weight of it drags on my spine, invisible but crushing. I deserve worse. Much worse.I cut across the west garden, the one where Dove always sat to paint when the morning mist blanketed the roses. She said the stillness helped her see better. “The world speaks louder when you stop trying to talk over it,” she used to say, her voice soft, her eyes knowing too much.That was the last place she ever painted.The portrait still rests in the gallery half-finished. A smear of red across the canvas where her brush must have slipped or… no, I don’t let myself finish the thought. Not out loud.I stood there, at the edge of her favorite bench, hands in my coat pockets, head bowed. Her presence lingers in the way the leaves sway slower in this part of the garden, like they’re grievin
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