ANNABEL’S POV
I stand on the balcony, the cool breeze rustling through my hair as I take a sip of whiskey. The night is serene, the moon casting its soft glow on the surroundings. Lost in my thoughts, I'm startled when Smith appears, his presence breaking the solitude.
He smirks, leaning against the railing, and says, "Well, well, well. I can't believe the mate I rejected is already a mother and soon-to-be Luna. Quite amazing, Annabel."
I shoot him a sharp glance, unamused by his casual tone. "Don't act like you have any right to comment on my life, Smith. You made your choice, and now you're just a visitor in it."
Smith chuckles, taking a step closer. "Fair enough. But it's intriguing to see how life unfolds, isn't it? Fate has its own way of playing games."
I narrow my eyes, skeptic
