"What was he waiting for?" I thought bitterly. "Was he waiting for me to give in like I always did after our fights? Was he expecting me to call, to make the first move again?"
But this time was different. I wasn't coming back.
At noon, Klaus abruptly slammed his hand on the desk. “Benedict, where’s lunch?”
Benedict blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Lunch, sir? We…we haven’t arranged for anything.”
Klaus’s eyes flashed, a growl rumbling in his chest. “Why the hell not?”
The man looked confused. “You never asked for anyone to take care of your lunch, Klaus. Mavis—well, she usually handled it herself. Omegas used to deliver it.”
I stood by Klaus’s desk, watching the moment unfold like a cruel joke. I was the one who made sure he had something to eat every day. I had learned how to cook because he was so picky because his stomach couldn’t handle the stress after the war. And now, he sat there, angry and hungry, without a clue that I had been the one behind every meal he enjoyed.
Klaus tensed, his fist clenching the phone. He hung up on Benedict, a low growl escaping his throat. “You’d better not reply to my messages,” he muttered under his breath, more to himself than anyone else.
I looked at the framed photo on his desk, one from our second anniversary. He picked it up, his fingers tracing the edges, and for a fleeting moment, his anger softened. But then, with a frustrated huff, he set the photo back down and reached for the stuffed wolf I had given him. He turned it upside down, a habit he’d developed whenever he was mad at me.
“This doll looks like you, Mavis,” he’d say, smirking. “Always watching me. Always by my side.” And whenever I upset him, he would make it stand on its head as if punishing it.
I cried silently beside him, remembering how everything between us used to be before Claudette came back. Back when I thought I was Klaus’s world, his mate, his Luna-to-be. But all of that had shattered the moment Claudette re-entered our lives.
Claudette. His childhood sweetheart, the one who left him for another Alpha, only to come crawling back after that relationship fell apart. I had watched as he secretly picked her up from work, bought her the jewelry I had been waiting for, and celebrated her birthday while forgetting mine. It was all so obvious now, but back then, I tried to deny it, tried to fight for him.