The room was familiar–too familiar.
It was mine, or rather, it used to be.
Everything was still in its place, but it no longer felt like home.
The bed, the walls, even the sunlight streaming through the curtains felt foreign, like I was intruding in a life that no longer belonged to me.
Sitting up, I blinked, trying to piece together the fragments of last night.
Leo had brought me home, that much I remembered.
But the rest… it was a blur of emotions and exhaustion.
I wanted to leave, to run from this place, from the memories, from him.
Just as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, Lena’s voice echoed in my mind, soft but firm.
“Don’t worry, nothing happened last night. But I can feel that Leo has mixed feelings for you.”
I paused, confused by her words.
Mixed feelings?
That didn’t seem right.
Leo had always been steadfast in his priorities–his duty, his loyalty to the Silvermoon pack.
He never gave the impression that love, or anything resembling it, truly mattered to him.
And yet, I couldn’t deny the way he had looked at me last night.
The hesitation, the regret–it had been there, even if he couldn’t admit it.
But I didn’t care anymore.
I got dressed quickly, pulling on clothes that felt more like armor than comfort.
Today I’m going to the werewolf council to file my divorce papers.
When I went downstairs, Aria was waiting, her fingers gripping a crumpled piece of paper.
As soon as she saw me, her eyes narrowed, flashing with anger and satisfaction.
I glanced at the note in her hand, catching a glimpse of Leo’s familiar handwriting before she shredded it, the torn pieces fluttering to the floor like confetti.
“You’re not Luna anymore,” she hissed, her voice dripping with malice. “So stop pretending you belong here and get the hell out. Even if you go to the werewolf council and make a scene, it won’t work.”
I met her gaze coldly, my heart steady despite the venom in her words.
“If you want what I’ve left behind, take it. I have nothing here anymore.”
With that, I grabbed my bag and walked out, leaving her standing there, seething.
Behind me, I could hear the sound of something smashing–a vase, perhaps.
It was almost funny how easily her composure shattered in the face of indifference.
00:28
The Luna Marked with Lies, The Queen Crowned by Revenge
The cold autumn air cut through me, the fallen leaves crunching beneath my feet.
The council building loomed ahead, its presence grim and foreboding.
Three years ago, I had walked into this place arm in arm with Leo, our hearts full of hope as we became mates, tied to each other by love and pack loyalty.
Now, I was back to sever that bond, to submit my divorce application and walk away from a life that no longer held meaning.
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