Hidden Heiress Luna

The Last Chance

Savanna pov

I stood outside the towering glass building, staring at the entrance where I had been thrown out just hours before. My feet were frozen in place as my body shook to the cold wind that whipped down the streets. The sun had disappeared long since behind gray clouds, but I didn't care. I wasn't going anywhere.

Not until I saw him again.

My stomach growled loudly, reminding me that I hadn't eaten since morning. My throat was parched, my lips cracked because of the cold, but none of this mattered. I pulled my coat tightly around me, riveting my eyes on those revolving doors. Every time a person came out of it, my heart did flips, only to shrink when it wasn't him.

I'd been here all day, dismissing curious stares from passersby and whispers of employees who recognized me. I could feel their pity, their judgment.

Look at her—still waiting for him.

Doesn't she know he doesn't care?

Voices, voices, voices in my head. Relentless. I hushed them with sheer will. He would come out. I would see him, and I would make him listen.

Time crawled, cold eating deeper into my skin. My legs ache from standing, but I didn't move. Rain began to drizzle, soaking through my thin coat. Still, I stayed. My fingers were numb, and my body was shivering uncontrollably, but none of it mattered.

Then I saw him.

Aaron stepped out of the building, imposing as ever, tall and towering over everyone else. His broad shoulders were sheathed in a gleaming black coat; droplets of rain shone on his dark hair. At his side, hugging his arm, stood Marcella. The sound of her laughter sounded like fingernails raking down the blackboard-grating, shrill.

I surged forward, my heart loud in my chest. "Aaron!"

He stopped, his head turning to me. A moment of his face was closed off before it hardened. "What is she still doing here? Savannah?"

Marcella's lips contorted into a sneer as her hand clamped down like a vice onto his arm. "Still here? How pathetic.”

I wasn't intimidated by her and spoke directly to him. "I've waited all day for you," my voice quivered. "Aaron, please. I have to talk to you.”

He let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Savannah, this is ridiculous. Anything you have to say now is pointless."

"No," I said, taking one step closer. "It's not pointless. Aaron, we're mates. You can't just toss that away. I love you. I have since the moment I-

Marcella rolled her eyes. "Oh, give it a rest, Savannah. You're embarrassing yourself.”

"Shut up!" I snapped, my voice far louder than I meant. My burning eyes turned to Aaron, imploring. "Please, Aaron, not like this. I gave you everything: time, my effort, my love. I stood up for you through everything, your parents insulting you, the whispering of colleagues. I have worked day and night for you and supported you. This is the return you will give me?"

His jaw clenched, but he said nothing.

"Do you remember how I helped you secure that contract with the Delacroix Corporation?" I said, my voice breaking. "You told me you couldn't have done it without me. Do you remember how I defended you when your father said you weren't fit to be Alpha? I was there for you, Aaron. Always.”

And with one look, under eyes as dark as the night above, something flared-Guilt, no doubt vanished just as fast. "Savannah, cease this," he snarled. "You're humiliating yourself."

"No, Aaron," I said, shaking my voice. "I'm giving you another chance. End this thing with her. Come to me, and we may fix up things. We will heal this. All that I am saying, Aaron, is that everything does come back to me.”

Marcella laughed, throwing her head back as if I had just told the funniest joke. "She's delusional," she said, looking up at Aaron. "Tell her the truth."

Aaron turned to me, his eyes cold. "The truth?" he said, his voice low. "The truth is, Savannah, you're not worth my time."

My breath caught, the words cutting through me like a blade. "What?”

“You are weak," he told me now, his voice cut. "You don't have the strength to be a Luna. You're not from a powerful family. You're nothing but a secretary pretending to be something more."

Tears streamed down my face, but I couldn't look away. "Aaron.”

"I might have loved you once," he said, his voice flat. "But I have to do what's rational for my pack. My father is right. The Sycalla heiress is the better choice. She's strong, connected, and capable. You? You're nothing."

Marcella smirked, leaning into him. "Come on, darling. Let's leave her to wallow in her misery."

He didn't give me a second look. Then he yanked open the door jerky, jolting movements maliciously. Marcella slid into the passenger seat, her eyes dazzling with victory as she turned to me.

Aaron joined her inside; with no more ado, they slid away to vanish beyond the dripping houses while I had a waterfall of water upon me from a splash on the wet curb as they splattered.

I stood, frozen and dazed in the rain for a moment. Then from nowhere, it bubbled up in my chest: a laugh. Low, soft, it built louder, more bitter.

I laughed until it hurt my sides and the sound itself echoed through the deserted street. Then I stopped, my face hardened as at last the truth finally set in.

He's not worth it.

I pulled into my bag, tugging out my phone. My fingers were numb, cold, and trembling while dialing the number that I hadn't used for months. My voice, even and cold, resounded as the line connected.

"Trace my phone," I told it, rain dripping off my hair. "Pick me up ASAP."

A voice behind the line spoke fast and concisely. "Yes, Miss.”

I hung up, shoving the phone back into my bag. The rain continued to fall but it didn't touch me anymore. I couldn't feel anything.

A shiny black limousine pulled up to the curb. The driver got out. Then two men in high-dollar suits. They came right up to me scurrying, head bowed in deference.

"Mistress," one said. An umbrella opened above my head.

I nodded impassively as I moved to the car. My clothes were wet, clinging to my skin, but I walked purposefully down the sidewalk, heels clicking against the pavement.

I let out a slow breath as I slipped onto plush leather. The door shut behind me, sealing me off from the outside world.

For the first time in months, I felt like myself again.