Livia stared into the cracked mirror, her reflection fractured and furious, a distorted image of her inner turmoil. The bruise on her jaw was a faint, fading discoloration now, barely visible, but her pride still stung with a searing intensity, as if the humiliating impact had happened mere moments ago.
Kyson, the Alpha she had loved and served for years, walked away without so much as a second glance, his contempt a physical blow.
She should’ve been his Luna. She was there first. She knew his darkness, his burdens, his unspoken needs, before Lyra ever breathed the same air as him. She had endured his brutal training, survived his volatile moods, always by his side, always supporting, always plotting for their shared future.
Now that girl, that broken, memory-less stray, walked the tra
