Morgana’s expression turned wounded as she looked up at Thorne, her voice trembling. "Alpha, please don’t let me come between you two. If my sister won’t acknowledge that Cassian is faking his illness, I’ll just drop it."
My heart pounded as I turned to Thorne, my voice low but filled with resolve. "Do you really believe our son is faking it too?"
Thorne’s silence was deafening. He glanced around, his gaze scanning the empty space as if he expected Cassian to magically appear.
With a tone that tried to mask his mounting irritation, Thorne asked, "Where did you take Cassian? I can’t sense him anywhere."
His disbelief stung. He didn’t even trust that our son had been suffering for so long. If only I had his power, I would have summoned the most renowned healers. But as the Luna, I was restricted by our pack’s boundaries and by Thorne’s refusal to acknowledge me.
If he had bothered to come home, he would have seen the table cluttered with herbal remedies and Cassian’s pale, suffering form. But he never came.
I remembered the day Cassian had told me he didn’t have much time left. His voice had been so fragile, his eyes reflecting a deep, unsettling truth. Even though I had tried to hold on to hope, I knew in my heart that he was right, given the rapid decline in his health. Cassian’s final wish had been for us to celebrate his birthday together, as a family.
Desperation had driven me to beg Thorne, even kneeling before him in a display of utter surrender. I had clung to his pants, my voice breaking as I promised that this would be the last time I would ever trouble him. I told him I was willing to let him go, to set him free. In that moment, my Alpha had looked down at me, his eyes betraying a mix of surprise and something else I couldn’t quite decipher.
His voice had wavered with a mixture of joy and disbelief. "Do you really mean that?"
"Yes," I murmured, my eyes closing as tears streamed down my face.
I had loved Thorne with a fervent passion from the moment I laid eyes on him. It had been love at first sight, something everyone around us could see. Even before I knew we were fated mates, my heart had already been his. I had always sought his attention, followed him, done things for him, all in the hope of capturing his heart.