Aurélie POV
My mind drifts back dangerously to the moment I walked away from the Bloodnight pack. To the way he launched himself at Fabrice, eyes feral, spewing accusations of an affair that never existed. To the moment I rejected not only the title of Luna, but Damien himself as my husband. To the night I returned from the lake house with the last pieces of my life barely holding together…
No. I can’t let myself relive that again.
I take a long swallow of wine, and before I realize it, the glass is empty. I reach for the bottle, trying to pour another, but my hands tremble too hard to keep the liquid steady. Four years four relentless years spent stitching together what he tore apart: my life, Fabrice’s, the pack’s… and most importantly, Dominique’s and Delphine’s.
And yet here I am,
