Kian's POV
The house had been quiet for three days.
Too quiet.
Lena’s things were gone. Her scent was fading. Her footsteps no longer echoed through the halls. And yet… I felt nothing. No guilt. No regret. Only a hollow kind of relief.
What was the point of keeping a Luna I couldn’t even touch?
A wife I couldn’t satisfy.
A marriage that never tasted like marriage.
We had been together over a year, and not once had I been able to lie with her. Not once had I been able to reach for her the way a man should reach for his wife. The curse made sure of that, Cecilia’s curse. A punishment that refused to leave me.
I had tried everything. Rituals. Healings. Herbs. Silence. Even distance. Nothing broke it.
Rhoda told me the only way was to confess publicly; to stand before the entire pack
