Friend. I knew better. The way they looked at each other, the quiet smiles and unspoken words, it was painfully clear she was much more than that.
The days that followed felt like a nightmare. Alpha Damon would spend hours with her, laughter and conversation drifting from rooms I wasn’t welcome in.
One evening, I found him in the library, alone, a rare moment without Georgina.
“Alpha Damon,” I said, stepping inside, my voice barely steady. “Can we talk?”
He didn’t look up from his book. “What is there to talk about, Kierra?”
I took a deep breath, gathering what strength I had left. “About us. About… her.”
His gaze finally met mine, cold and unyielding. “Georgina is none of your business.”
“How can you say that?” I asked, voice breaking. “I’m your wife. I'm carrying your child!”
He scoffed. “My child? This was never about the child, was it? You wanted to trap me, Kierra. To keep me for yourself. But newsflash. I was never yours to keep.”
Tears filled my eyes, but I forced myself to speak. “I never wanted to trap you. I know I was the one who wanted this first but… I wanted a family. A life with you.” I admitted.
“You made your choice. Now you’ll live with it.”