"Alpha Fermando," Bianca called him again. "You're still thinking about her, aren't you?"
"What are you talking about?"
Tears welled in her eyes. Her voice trembled. "You... never let her go."
Alpha Fermando stiffened, then quickly pulled her into a hug. "What's wrong? Don't cry, Bianca."
"I can feel it... the way you look at me changed after you canceled the marking ceremony."
She meant the ceremony. The one that would’ve sealed her place as his Luna. She had even prepared ritual stones, hoping for the ancient magic flames to bless their bond.
“After we moved back to this house, you barely spoke to me. I saw you... tearing through drawers like a madman, looking for something. Alpha Fermando, didn’t you say she meant nothing to you? That she was just a Gamma meant to fill a void?”
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