"Did you hear? Damon and Leah were together after the funeral," their voice low but full of curiosity. "He didn’t even seem that upset about Noah."
"It’s like he chose Leah over Luna, like he never really loved her to begin with. Can you imagine?"
And that was the worst part. Not just losing my son, but knowing everyone else was talking about how my mate—my supposed mate—had already moved on. While I was drowning in grief, they were probably already pairing Damon and Leah together in their minds.
"Poor Luna... She’s all alone now. Damon and Leah... well, they seem to fit, don’t they?"
I clenched my fists, trying to push the thoughts away, but it was impossible. I could feel their judgment, their pity, pressing down on me like a weight I couldn’t shake off.
I couldn’t stand to be around him. Damon, the man I thought I could trust with my life, had betrayed me in the worst possible way. I had nothing left—no son, no mate, no sister. Just the bitter truth that I was completely and utterly alone.
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