Fourteen
Bringing Elira back… this was the only way.”
My father’s condition–that was the only chance I had left to make her return, even if it wasn’t for me. I knew how much she saw him like her own father. I knew she’d come because of him.
But she didn’t say anything.”
She left.
And I just stood there, waiting like a fool. The silence? It pissed me off. The weight in my chest? It kept pressing down like something was trying to break out.
I’ve never begged. Never cried for anyone.
But for her? I did. And I wasn’t ashamed of it. I loved her that damn much.
I’d do whatever it takes to win her back.
I couldn’t sit still. I paced my hotel room like a madman, racking my brain for ways to reach her, to make her listen. My wolf was just as restless, growling, pacing, snapping inside me.
But nothing worked. Not even my father’s condition moved her.
She hated me. And what scared the hell out of me… was how she looked like she’d already moved on.
Then a knock.
I glanced at the intercom. Elira.
My heart jumped. I opened the door, smiling like an idiot–only for it to shatter the second she spoke.}
“I’m going to visit Elder Thomas,” she said coldly, like her words were blades. “I need a passage card to enter the territory.”
Damn. The passage card. I forgot she must’ve tossed hers, maybe even burned it.
That hit deep. It told me she had no intention of ever coming back.
But still, I had this one sliver of luck–my father. So I took it.
We boarded a flight back to the territory. She chose economy. Economy. An Alpha doesn’t ride economy–but I did. For her, I did. I adjusted, I swallowed my pride, because just being beside her, even in silence, was better than being alone.
I tried everything during the trip. Made sure she had food, gave her the more comfortable spot to sleep–even if it wasn’t much.
She didn’t say a word.
And the whole time, I kept thinking–if I hadn’t been such a goddamn idiot, if I hadn’t chosen Monica… maybe we’d still have our son. Our child.
But I ruined everything. And I deserved this.
When we arrived at the packhouse, jaws dropped. Everyone was shocked to see her. Some of them came up and greeted her.}
“Luna.“}
But she didn’t say a damn thing. Didn’t look at them. Just walked right in like she didn’t know any of them.
I covered for her. “She’s tired,” I told them.
! leaned closer to her and whispered, “You shouldn’t treat him like that, Elira. You’re still the Luna.“}
She stared at me with that empty look, like I didn’t exist. That cold silence? It burned more than any words she could’ve thrown at me.
And it’s been like this since the plane.”
Not a word. Not even a glance.
“Your chamber’s still the same,” I said as we climbed the stairs. “The one we used to share.”
Nothing. Not even a twitch.
I felt like I was talking to air. It fcking hurt.
When we got to the chamber, the servant opened the door. I waited, expecting something, anything from her a flicker of emotion.”
But she just stood there.>>
“I won’t stay here,” she said flatly.”
That was the only time she spoke since the plane. And it was like a slap in the face.
Honestly? I didn’t know what stung more–her silence, or her words.
I placed her suitcase inside, tried to play it cool.
“If you’re worried I’ll be sleeping here, don’t. I stay in the room across the hall now.”
Still nothing.
“If you need anything, the servants are here. If you… need me, you know where to find me.”
I left before I said something pathetic.
Because staying in that room?
it’d destroy me. I’d shatter everything I’ve been holding together just to pretend we were okay.M
2/2
82.4%
I looked back once before shutting the door.
I just hope… somehow, she still remembers. The memories. Us.
And
maybe–just maybe–she still feels something too.
