My mind drifted back to just that morning—when I had asked Lucian if he could accompany me to my own appointment. He had told me he was too busy with pack work. Yet here he was, not working at all… but standing beside Sabrina, proudly attending her check-up.
Nine months pregnant, and not once had Lucian set foot in the infirmary with me.
Three months ago, Sabrina’s engagement had fallen apart, and since the day she returned to the territory, Lucian had been sneaking off to meet her again and again. After her return, the time Lucian and I spent alone had nearly vanished.
It was humiliating how quickly he responded to her. Even a single message from Sabrina—just a brief call or a tiny text—and he would abandon whatever he was doing and hurry to her side.
He even embraced her openly in front of me, without a shred of shame.
I had confronted him more than once, but every time, he brushed me aside with the same rehearsed excuses: Sabrina was struggling, she needed help, he owed her support. According to him, all of his attention was simply to help her “heal.”