Ava's POV
I halted and turned to face her. “Grandma, Victor and I are over, I will divorce him”.
Her jaw dropped. When she recovered from her shock, she said, “No, Ava, you can't mean this, you are his Luna.”
I smiled bitterly and kept quiet, there was no need breaking the poor woman’s heart even further by establishing how serious I was.
Dinner that night felt less like a meal and more like a tribunal.
Luna Clara guided me to my seat on the long oak table herself.
She placed me between Victor and Jasper. Directly across from Laura.
My wolf stirred uneasily at the deliberate placement. This wasn’t hospitality. It was positioning, like pieces on a dominance board before a challenge.
I kept my back straight as I sat, acutely aware of Victor’s unease at my right and Jasper’s steady, o
