Chapter 3
Not that I was blinded by love, I was only loyal to an Alpha who doesn't want me to be his Luna.
I spent days crafting a new set of silver cuffs for Ronan. He wanted them for the meeting with the other packs. “Make them strong,” he said, his voice low. “Something to show power.” I worked through the night, my fingers sore, but I didn’t care. Every stroke of the metal was for him.
When I handed them to him, I was stupid to believe he would consider my effort. But when the meeting came, Elara wore them.
“Ronan, you said these were for you,” I said, eyes filled with tears.
He shrugged. “She looks better in them.”
“Better?” I clenched my fists. “I made those for you!”
He glanced at Elara, her wrists shining. “She needed them more.”
My stomach twisted. “Needed?”
“Yeah,” he said, barely looking at me. “She deserves them.”
I turned away, my hands shaking. Every piece I made for him, she took. Every single time.
But it didn't end there.
The next time, it was a silver chain. Ronan wanted something that could be worn around his neck, something that screamed authority. I worked for nights, every moment focused on making it perfect. When I showed it to him, he barely acknowledged it.
But when I saw Elara wearing it, her fingers touching the chain like it belonged to her, I felt the floor drop from under me.
“Ronan, why?” I asked. Pained.
“She looks better in it,” he said, his words like a slap.
I stepped back, fighting the tears, fighting the wolf inside me that was ready to tear her apart. “I thought you wanted it,” I said, but he didn’t care. He never did.
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I barely heard whatever was being discussed in the meeting. I picked up a small cup, filled with a herbal brew, its scent sharp and invigorating, something meant to strengthen the wolf within.
I watched Elara play the role of Luna and Beta at the same time. The meeting was coming to an end, and my hope was coming to an end too.
Elara smiled beside him, lifting a goblet filled with a dark, rich wine. It was blood-infused, a tradition for pack leaders to drink during moments of power and unity. She took a sip, her eyes meeting Ronan’s with a look I couldn’t read.
“ The Alpha and Beta held these packs “ Then came the murmurs yet again.
Truly they did. I smiled, sipping the herbs once more. I got up from where I was and Ronan didn't even notice and if he did, he didn't care.
That night, I went to Elder Myra. “I’m leaving,” I told her, my voice steady.
She looked at me, her eyes soft but serious. “You know Ronan won’t let you go,” she said, her voice low.
I smiled, cold and empty. “I don’t care anymore.”
“You’re making a mistake,” she warned, leaning forward. “Ronan—he won’t let you walk away. He’ll come after you.”
“I’m already gone,” I said, my voice hard. “I’ve been gone for a while. Just didn’t know it until now.”
She sighed, shaking her head. “You think you can just leave? He won’t let you go. He’ll break you before you get far.”
“Let him try,” I said, turning to leave. “I’m done being his second choice. I’m done with all of it.”
Myra grabbed my arm, her grip firm. “You’re not thinking clearly. You’re angry, and I get it. But don’t let it destroy you. Don’t walk away from everything you’ve known.”
I pulled my arm free, glaring at her. “Everything I’ve known? You mean everything he’s taken from me?”
She didn’t stop me. “You won’t win,” she whispered.
I didn’t answer. I just walked out, the door slamming behind me.
That night, I went to my chamber and began packing. My hands moved fast, gathering everything I could. Clothes, some jewelry, and a few silver pieces I made for myself—things I could carry with me.
Elara could have him—everything he gave her, all the pieces I had worked so hard to make. They could have each other. I was done playing the part of someone else’s second choice.
But I didn’t leave just yet, I was still in the chambers that has only memories of me begging him to honour our bond.
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