The pain in my face was sharp, but I masked it with a steely resolve. Meeting his gaze squarely, I said, “No need, Alpha. We’re done.”
The disbelief in his eyes was palpable, as though my rejection was something impossible to happen.
Caspian’s lips curled into a sneer. “What’s this? Not coming to me, pretending to need me to play with your son anymore?”
His words dripped with a scornful edge. Before I could retort, Ophelia interjected, her voice dripping with feigned concern. “Claire, stop deceiving Alpha Caspian. If Kylo were really dying, why would you be here alone?”
My patience snapped. “Shut up! You have no right to mention Kylo.”
Ophelia’s face fell into a mask of hurt, but I saw the satisfaction in her eyes. “Okay, I won’t mention it then. Don’t be mad at me, Claire.”
Her crocodile tears did little to mask her true intentions. Caspian, now thoroughly provoked by my reaction, chuckled coldly. He pulled out his phone with deliberate slowness as if he wanted to do something that would hurt me to the core.