Beatrice’s POV
The dining hall was grand, fit for an Alpha and his Luna—though it was clear by now that I was never truly treated as one.
The long oak table was set with fine silverware and a feast meant to impress. But none of it mattered. Not the candlelight flickering in its golden holders. Not the scent of roasted meat wafting through the air. Not even the luxury of this place that once felt like home.
Because across from me sat Alpha Clyden.
And latched onto his side like a leech, Hannah.
She was practically pressed against him, her delicate fingers grazing his arm, her voice saccharine sweet as she giggled at whatever nonsense he was spewing.
They weren’t even trying to hide it.
I cut a piece of meat from my plate, the knife slicing through with precision. My appetite was gone, but I kept up the act. I had waited for this moment.
And now, it was time to let them dig their own graves.
“I will give you the Grand Moonlight Hotel so you can live a good life in my pack, Hannah,” Clyden said, his tone casual, as if he wasn’t speaking about a place meant for the Luna of the Moonlight Pack.
My grip on the fork tightened. That hotel was supposed to be mine. A Luna’s gift. A symbol of respect and authority. But of course, he had never intended to give me anything.
Hannah gasped softly, placing a hand on his chest as if he had just declared his undying love. “You really are the best Alpha in the world, Clyden. I don’t even know why I mated with Alpha Ralph.”
I wanted to laugh.
Ralph was a decent Alpha from what I heard. Much better than Clyden in personality as well. But to Hannah, he was disposable. Because all she wanted was power and worship. And she knew Clyden was desperate enough to give her both.
They continued talking, their words blurring into the background as they shamelessly flirted right in front of me.
Clyden chuckled, a rich sound that once made my heart flutter. Now, it only sickened me.
Then he reached for my hand. His palm covered mine, warm, familiar—disgusting. I had once found comfort in his touch. Now, it felt like poison. I had to resist the urge to pull away, to wipe my skin clean of him.
Instead, I let him play out his little charade.
He brought my hand to his lips briefly before signing, “We’re just talking about pack business.”
Then he smiled.
As if he wasn’t cheating right in front of me. As if I was still the fool he thought I was.
Hannah sighed dramatically, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “If only you weren’t married, Clyden, I would have divorced my Alpha by now and mated with you instead.”
Silence fell between them.
And for the first time tonight, Clyden hesitated.
I saw it in the way his jaw tightened, the flicker of thought in his gaze. He was actually considering it. He was already contemplating it.
Would he reject me? Would he throw me aside like yesterday’s trash just to have her officially? I didn’t care. Because I was already done with him.
The sound of metal scraping against porcelain filled the air as I put my fork and knife down.
The two of them looked up, startled by the sudden noise.
I grabbed my napkin, dabbing my lips carefully before setting it down. Then, slowly, I lifted my gaze and met theirs.
Hannah smirked as if she had already won.
Clyden arched a brow, waiting for me to excuse myself like a submissive little Luna.
Instead, I spoke.
“Don’t worry,” I said, my voice even, smooth. “You can marry each other freely.”
Their expressions froze. I reached for my bag and pulled out a stack of crisp white papers, placing them on the table with a deliberate motion.
A divorce agreement.
The silence that followed was deafening.
“What do you mean—” Clyden started.
But then his words caught in his throat.
His eyes widened. He stared at me, truly seeing me for the first time since this dinner began.
Hannah’s smirk faltered. Her lips parted, but no words came out.
Then, after a beat—
“You can hear?” Clyden’s voice was cracked.
