Morgana, clinging affectionately to Thorne’s neck, looked up at me. "Aria, I feel dizzy, and since Alpha Thorne said it’s better to rest here, so he brought me into the pack house. You don’t mind, do you?"
It was just a simple dizziness. I watched as Thorne gently settled her on the sofa, massaging her forehead as if she were made of glass.
Memories of our past flooded my mind. After we married and mated, he never truly cared for me. When I was attacked by a rogue and bled, he didn't come to check on me despite my pleas.
His response had been cold and detached, "A bleeding arm isn’t life or death. Why bother me?"
I was his mate, his Luna, but all those didn't matter to him.
Seeing them together made my stomach churn. Witnessing how much he cared for Morgana when he hadn't even bothered to check on his own son for years was enough to make my blood boil.
"Alpha... You want me out of your sight, right? Fine. We're done... I'm leaving," I said, my voice trembling with anger and sorrow.
He never wanted to be my mate. He only went through with it because of the pressure from our packs, who were allies, and the customs that dictated we should be together. Yet, he never acknowledged me or my wolf. That’s why I had grown so weak; my connection to my wolf had deteriorated so badly that I felt like only the Moonstone could repair it.
The Moonstone was a powerful heirloom passed down to the eldest child in our family, and I had received it. But until now, I had no intention of using its power. They say, that with great power comes great responsibility. I didn’t have the courage to wield it, even though it could restore my bond with my weakened wolf.
Thorne always thought I was jealous of Morgana and never looked at me properly. "Seriously? Are you changing your tactics to get my attention now?" he sneered. "You think you can no longer threaten me with your son, so now you're using yourself as leverage?"
A year ago, Cassian had started to weaken. He became pale and lost his appetite, and the pack healer couldn’t figure out what was wrong. His veins turned dark as if his blood was becoming thicker. Since then, he would often faint, and despite our kind's fast healing abilities, he couldn’t even recover from a simple headache.