Third Person's POV
Elena didn't say a word at first.
She slowly looked up at Pheisar, her eyes long drained of any affection. All that remained was cold, hard distance.
Move back? The packhouse was already tainted by the stench of his and Selene's combined pheromones.
He was apologizing now, sure—but only because the evidence was undeniable.
Elena had zero doubt that the next time Selene squeezed out a few tears or spun a pathetic lie, Pheisar would go right back to attacking her.
Besides, her heart had died the moment he betrayed her.
Now, a new seed was quietly starting to sprout. No one knew what the future held, but one thing was for certain: she was never looking back.
"Pheisar," she finally said.
"I've made myself clear. We are done. There is no 'us'."
"I am going to end th
