“Does it make you feel any better now you know that Nox never meant for things to turn out this way?” Kira’s question echoes in my head, soft but persistent, as I drive my car down the familiar winding road to town.
The engine purrs, a low, comforting rumble beneath my hands.
Does it?
Yes. Yes, it does. It’s a bitter, painful comfort, but it’s there.
It means that if he was in his right senses, free from his mother’s insidious poison and Zara’s venomous manipulations, I would have been his ultimate choice.
The fated mate he was meant to claim, the Luna he was meant to lead alongside.
That flicker of what could have been, untainted by deceit, eases a tiny fraction of the suffocating weight in my chest.
But what does it matter now? He wasn’t in his right senses. I wasn't his ult
