Lucas
"I want a divorce," Leila said. Her voice cut through the silence, cold and deliberate, like a blade sliding across stone. She stood near the door, arms crossed, her chin lifted as if she were some queen passing judgment.
I turned, slow, my breath catching in my throat. "Have you lost your mind?" The words came out rough, scraped from somewhere deep inside me.
"I'm calm." Her eyes met mine, unyielding, no trace of the softness I'd once known. "And I'm done with you."
My pulse hammered against my skull. How dare she? I was her mate - her f*****g mate. The bond between us wasn't some trinket she could toss aside. It was blood and bone, a tether no one could break. Not her. Not anyone. I took a step toward her, my hands curling into fists. "You don't mean that."
"I do." Her lips ba
