~Aria~
Tears rolled down my face as I curled myself in my bed.
I knew it. I felt it.
My wolf felt it.
Our mate was fụcking another woman. How could we not feel it?
If only I hadn't gone to thank him for helping me back at the pack tailor, then I wouldn't have witnessed that.
Like a fool, I’d closed the door and left quietly.
Like a woman desperate to hide her pain and shame, I begged the only maid I saw to help me leave without leaving any traces and never reveal that I was there. That way Damon would never know I was there or that I saw him or that I was broken by him!
“What is it, my Luna,” Beatrice asked, walking in.
“It's nothing,” I hastily said as I wiped my eyes.
“How's Lisa?” I asked in a bid to channel the discussion elsewhere.
“She's doing great.”
“My Luna, ar
