The Alpha Cursed Luna
He wasn't saying anything at all, and the not-saying went on a beat too long.
"Damien." I kept my voice soft, the way I always had for him, just for him. "It's time."
Something crossed behind his eyes. Not love. Not even hesitation, which might have hurt less.
Guilt.
I understood half a second before his mouth opened, and understanding did nothing at all to soften what came next.
"I, Alpha Damien Cross," he said, and his voice didn't shake, didn't crack, didn't do a single thing a voice should do in the act of destroying someone, "reject Dara Adeyemi as my Luna and my mate."