FREYA’s POV
Lukas walked into the house without a second glance, his shoulders as rigid as steel, his long strides echoing his dismissiveness. I stared after him, my jaw tightening as his words played over in my head. “And my mate.”
I swallowed the bitter taste rising in my throat, and my gaze shifted to the woman standing awkwardly by the door. Selenea Tenebrous. The infamous fool.
I let my eyes take over her—disheveled red hair, dirt-streamed skin, and a face that was far too pretty for someone who had failed so spectacularly. Her scent lingered faintly, though weakened, probably from whatever ordeal had left her barely hanging on. She didn’t deserve the mate bond with someone like Lukas—someone I had watched, protected, loved in ways no one else ever could.
The laugh bubbled up fro
