MIRABEL’S POV.
My mom poked her head through my bedroom door. “Mirabel, darling, Alpha Owen and Alpha Noah are waiting for you downstairs.”
I turned my face away from the door and shoved a pillow over my head. “I’m not feeling well. Tell them to go away.”
Truthfully, after what happened yesterday between Damian and me, the last thing I wanted was to see any of them. How can a man swear his undying love for you and then, in the same breath, treat you like you are invisible? It felt like I was stuck in a toxic relationship I didn’t know how to escape. I have always thought that if I were ever in a situation where someone made me doubt my worth, I would leave in a heartbeat. Yet here I was, lying in bed, hoping to the Moon Goddess that Damian would not hate me for being something I had no
