The screen displayed a woman raising a glass, celebrating with a man whose back faced the camera. Recognition hit me like a punch to the chest, and my knees went weak. That man… was Jaxon.
My Jaxon.
Tears blurred my vision, but the betrayal cut deep, raw and real. I didn’t need to watch any more to understand. His presence in that video was all the confirmation I needed.
With a broken heart and tears streaming down my face, I fled to our room, hollowed by the weight of what I’d discovered. Just as I reached the doorway, Jaxon walked in, his face still reflecting the ease of his recent meeting with the neighboring pack.
The moment his eyes landed on me, confusion clouded his face. "Why are you crying, my Luna?" he asked using his soft voice.
I stared at him, words lodged in my throat, unable to respond. My silence was met with a dismissive shrug as he pulled out his phone, his attention already drifting.
“Never mind,” he muttered, clearly more interested in whatever message had come through than in my pain. “I need to take this call.”