He didn’t even glance at me. He didn’t care whether I agree or not.
I left the room silently and moved into the guest room. The air was stale. The furniture cold. The mattress stiff. This room had never been meant for a Luna.
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My face looked hollow. The circles under my eyes, the pale tint to my cheeks—it was as if being with Ethan had drained the life from me.
Tears fell freely now. Not just from heartbreak. But from the years I’d lost. From the woman I had let myself become. I had given up my strength, my fire, for a wolf who only saw me as a convenience.
But no more.
That night, I opened a blank page in my old journal and began to write—not about Ethan, not about the betrayal—but about myself. My thoughts, my pain, and the things I would never again sacrifice for someone else’s approval.
I wasn’t a mere second option.
Ivy’s POV
For two years, I’ve worn the Luna title like an ill-fitting cloak—heavy, burdensome, never truly mine. And even after all this time, Alpha Ethan and I don’t share a bed.