His Luna Was Never Me - Chapter 16: Chapter 16
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He looked like a shell of his former self—gaunt, hollow-eyed, the fire in him long gone. "Anastasia, I'm sorry," he rasped, his voice raw with exhaustion. "I see Adeline for what she really is now. I won't let her near us again. And Kieran… God, I'm so sorry about Kieran."
News of Adeline's disgrace had spread like wildfire through high society, her fall from grace as public as it was humiliating.
"It doesn't matter to me anymore, Ronan," I said, my voice steady even as tears threatened to spill. "I don't care what happens between you two—or what happens to you at all."
His eyes glistened, desperation clawing at his words. "Do you really not want me? Please, Anastasia, don't walk away. Tell me what to do—how to fix this."
I met his gaze, my heart turned to stone. "We're done, Ronan. Every time I look at you, I see Kieran. The only way you'd ever earn my forgiveness is if you brought him back to life."
The last flicker of hope in Ronan's eyes snuffed out. His shoulders slumped, his face crumbling. I felt nothing. "If you're going to cry, do it somewhere else," I snapped, irritation sharp in my voice. "Just seeing you makes my skin crawl."
But he didn't take the hint. Flowers, jewels, relentless favors—he bombarded my office, even tried to buy the pack's loyalty. It was suffocating.
Alpha Atlas, meanwhile, watched Ronan's every move—and made sure to outdo him. Lavish feasts, gifts for the elders, tightened security. Where Ronan was desperate, Atlas was calculated.
Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore. The constant reminders of Ronan, the ghost of Kieran's loss—I needed to escape. Atlas offered me refuge in his pack, and I took it. Beta Magnus would handle things in my absence.
Ronan lost it. He stormed in, wild-eyed and frantic. "Anastasia, you're really leaving with him? Is this because I pushed too hard? I'll back off, I swear—just don't go."
As if I'd listen.
Even after my stay with Atlas, Ronan didn't quit. He crashed every event, groveled in public, made concessions—whether out of guilt or some twisted attempt to win me back, I didn't care.
When I returned to Obsidian Howl, I focused on strengthening the pack. Atlas introduced me to powerful allies, and I forged bonds that would last.
Then, months later, fate threw Ronan in my path again. He glared at Atlas, then at me, his voice trembling with fury and hurt. "Why are you still with him?"
Atlas smirked, eyes glinting with dark amusement. "What's it to you?"
Ronan turned to me, begging silently for an answer I wouldn't give. Without a word, I pulled an invitation from my purse and handed it to him. "I'm getting married next month. You're welcome to come. Oh, and we're already mated."
The color drained from his face. "You're—marrying him? What about us? We were mates! What does that make me now?"
The audacity. He hadn't cared about the mateship when it mattered. To me, it was ancient history.
Atlas's smile turned lethal. "You're the sorry excuse of an ex who couldn't measure up. Now get lost."
Ronan had always assumed I'd come crawling back—that my anger was just a phase. But as he stood there, watching me in my wedding gown, pledging myself to Atlas in front of the entire pack, it finally sank in.
Atlas laced his fingers with mine, his gaze warm and possessive. I smirked up at him, lighter than I'd felt in years.
With a boyish grin that belied his usual intensity, he lifted my hand and pressed a kiss to my knuckles. "I've waited forever for this, my Luna."
The End
News of Adeline's disgrace had spread like wildfire through high society, her fall from grace as public as it was humiliating.
"It doesn't matter to me anymore, Ronan," I said, my voice steady even as tears threatened to spill. "I don't care what happens between you two—or what happens to you at all."
His eyes glistened, desperation clawing at his words. "Do you really not want me? Please, Anastasia, don't walk away. Tell me what to do—how to fix this."
I met his gaze, my heart turned to stone. "We're done, Ronan. Every time I look at you, I see Kieran. The only way you'd ever earn my forgiveness is if you brought him back to life."
The last flicker of hope in Ronan's eyes snuffed out. His shoulders slumped, his face crumbling. I felt nothing. "If you're going to cry, do it somewhere else," I snapped, irritation sharp in my voice. "Just seeing you makes my skin crawl."
But he didn't take the hint. Flowers, jewels, relentless favors—he bombarded my office, even tried to buy the pack's loyalty. It was suffocating.
Alpha Atlas, meanwhile, watched Ronan's every move—and made sure to outdo him. Lavish feasts, gifts for the elders, tightened security. Where Ronan was desperate, Atlas was calculated.
Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore. The constant reminders of Ronan, the ghost of Kieran's loss—I needed to escape. Atlas offered me refuge in his pack, and I took it. Beta Magnus would handle things in my absence.
Ronan lost it. He stormed in, wild-eyed and frantic. "Anastasia, you're really leaving with him? Is this because I pushed too hard? I'll back off, I swear—just don't go."
As if I'd listen.
Even after my stay with Atlas, Ronan didn't quit. He crashed every event, groveled in public, made concessions—whether out of guilt or some twisted attempt to win me back, I didn't care.
When I returned to Obsidian Howl, I focused on strengthening the pack. Atlas introduced me to powerful allies, and I forged bonds that would last.
Then, months later, fate threw Ronan in my path again. He glared at Atlas, then at me, his voice trembling with fury and hurt. "Why are you still with him?"
Atlas smirked, eyes glinting with dark amusement. "What's it to you?"
Ronan turned to me, begging silently for an answer I wouldn't give. Without a word, I pulled an invitation from my purse and handed it to him. "I'm getting married next month. You're welcome to come. Oh, and we're already mated."
The color drained from his face. "You're—marrying him? What about us? We were mates! What does that make me now?"
The audacity. He hadn't cared about the mateship when it mattered. To me, it was ancient history.
Atlas's smile turned lethal. "You're the sorry excuse of an ex who couldn't measure up. Now get lost."
Ronan had always assumed I'd come crawling back—that my anger was just a phase. But as he stood there, watching me in my wedding gown, pledging myself to Atlas in front of the entire pack, it finally sank in.
Atlas laced his fingers with mine, his gaze warm and possessive. I smirked up at him, lighter than I'd felt in years.
With a boyish grin that belied his usual intensity, he lifted my hand and pressed a kiss to my knuckles. "I've waited forever for this, my Luna."
The End
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