Chapter 8
On our marking night, Leo drank heavily.
He lifted my veil, cupping my face in his hands, and called out Capri’s name all night.
To say it didn’t hurt would be a lie.
After all, it was supposed to be the most important night of my life—the night I marked my mate, the future Lycan King.
I stared at Leo, his handsome features softened by the dim light of the room. His dark eyes were clouded with alcohol, his strong jawline tense even in his drunken state. He was every inch the powerful Lycan Prince, his aura commanding even when he wasn’t trying.
But in that moment, I felt nothing but cold detachment.
I memorized the sharp angles of his face, the way his lips curled slightly even in his unconscious muttering of her name. I etched every detail into my mind, not out of longing, but as a reminder.
A reminder that this man, this supposed mate chosen by the Moon Goddess, would never have my heart.
I would never let myself feel for him.
When he finally slumped onto the bed, his breathing heavy and uneven, I stood and walked to the window. The moonlight spilled into the room, casting a silvery glow over everything. I inhaled deeply, the crisp night air filling my lungs, and closed my eyes.
My wolf stirred faintly in the back of my mind, a low, mournful whine echoing through my thoughts.
*He doesn’t deserve you,* she whispered, her voice tinged with both anger and sorrow.
I didn’t respond. I didn’t need to.
From that moment on, I vowed to myself—and to my wolf—that I would never let Leo Mills break me.
No matter what the future held, I would remain steadfast, unyielding, and, above all, untouchable.
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