“Isabelle, remember this- you brought this on yourself. Eight moons ago, when the Black Moon Pack was at its weakest, you forced me to leave Nova and accept you as Luna. From the moment you walked into my territory as my mate, you should have known- you will never, ever receive even an ounce of true love from me!”
Then he cut the connection.
Two bitter tears slipped down the corners of my eyes.
Liam was correct. This was my own doing.
Eight moons ago, I believed that if I only had enough time, I could warm his heart.
But today, I realised how foolish I’d been.
Throughout these moons, Liam had claimed countless she-wolves.
At first, he had the decency to keep it from me. But now he doesn’t even bother; he makes me prepare the hunting grounds myself.
I knew that if I didn’t comply, that vision wouldn’t just come to me; by tomorrow, all of the packs in the territory would have it.
My family had been a respected pack for more than a century. I couldn’t have my father’s name dragged through the mud because of me.
For years, this was how it was: Liam would do anything to make me suffer.
That once all-consuming love had transformed into a hatred so strong that it devoured me completely.
The thought alone made me feel desolate.
Suddenly, a new wave of blood rushed down my legs.
I staggered to clean myself up, clutching the wall for support, before leaving the healer’s den, ignoring the stabbing pain coursing through my body.
Ten minutes later, I texted Liam the location of my private hunting grounds.
I scrolled through our crystal history, seeing thousands of messages sent to him, but only a few single-word responses.
I let out a bitter laugh and threw my crystal onto the pack ground.
Half an hour later, I stood outside his private den, clutching the silver-infused pelt that he had acquired.
The first time he brought something like this home, I was shy but eager.
But that night, lost in passion, he growled Nova’s name repeatedly.
After that, I curled up and watched his back as he slept, silently crying until dawn.
Since that night, I have never worn such pelts again.
But Liam had numerous ways to torment me. If I refused, he would have other she-wolves wear them and send me visions, as if it were a daily ritual.
“Oh? You’re here?”
The den door opened, revealing Liam in his half-shifted state, a smirk on his lips.
Nova took a step behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist when she heard me speak.
