Kieran's POV,
“I… I wish you and Princess Lyria well, Alpha. May she… may she give you a strong and healthy heir.”
Mira’s soft voice hit me like a punch to the gut. There was no fire or tears in her eyes, nothing. I stepped closer, shaking with rage. “Seriously? That’s it? That’s all you want to say?”
She blinked, tilting her head slightly at me. “Then what do you want me to say, Kieran? You’re doing what’s right for the Shadowmoon pack. I’m happy for you.”
“Happy?” I snapped, my voice rising now. “You’re standing there acting like this means nothing to you. Like our future meant nothing.”
Her lips parted and a flicker of agony crossing her face before she masked it. “Alpha, you made your choice. I’m not going to beg you to change it.”
I laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. “You’re too un
