Jack’s POV
She stands in front of the mirror, but she’s not really there.
Luna’s reflection is a ghost of the woman I once knew, the woman I still—stupidly, desperately—love. Her eyes are distant, her body tense, her fingers curled tightly around the ring I placed on her hand.
It isn’t love keeping it there.
It’s regret.
I knew this would happen. I knew from the moment she chose me in front of the pack that she wasn’t really choosing me. She was trying to punish Liam, trying to force him into action, to pull a reaction from a man who had already let her go.
And now she’s suffocating in the bed she made for herself.
A bitter chuckle escapes me before I can stop it. She startles, her gaze flicking to my reflection in the mirror, her shoulders stiffening.
“You look like a ghost,” I sa
