Chapter 4
Quinn’s POV:
When we arrived at the packhouse, he helped the nauseous, morning–sick mistress up to the master bedroom and told the chef to make
her favorites
On his way back downstairs, he saw me heading toward the guest wing, dragging my suitcase behind me
He paused, then muttered to the chef, “Make two more dishes. The ones Quinn likes. Set three places“.
That actually caught my attention. Was that remorse? A flicker of guilt? A weak, pitiful attempt to play house while his mistress slept in
the room we once shared? |
I didn’t know whether to laugh or spit. He couldn’t remember my the day we met, but sure–go ahead and have the chef whip up my favorite meal. Maybe he thought a plate of grilled rosemary lamb could undo what he did to me
I clenched my jaw, said nothing, and kept walking
I stepped into the guest room, closing the door quietly behind me. The silence was heavy, as if the walls themselves knew I didn’t belong here anymore.
I set my bag down on the edge of the bed and knelt to unzip it. The second the zipper peeled open, I stopped cold.
All of my clothes had been shredded Tom into ribbons with clean, deliberate cuts. Damn it! But tucked deep into the lining, night where I’d hidden them, my passport and documents remained untouched.
For a second, I just sat, stunned. Who would do this?
I didn’t have to think long. Of course it was Nina. Who else would be petty and cruel enough to tear my things apart like this? But I had no time to confront her. Not now.
Let her think she’d won. I had more important things to do, like getting out of here alive
I was crouched by the bed, shoving the last few salvageable items into my bag when I heard the door creak open behind me.
Nina stood in the doorway, one hand hanging lazily at her side, holding a small black bottle. Her eyes roamed the room like she was touring a crime scene, nose practically wrinkling at the decor. Then her gaze landed on me, and wow–if looks could kill, I’d be ashes already.
“Wow, Quinn. You’re really something. After all the humiliation I’ve put you through in front of every Alpha and Luna in the region, you still cling to this pack like a tick
She tilted her head mockingly.!!
“Oh, right. Your grandmother passed last month, didn’t she? Now that your only real family is gone, of course you’re clinging to Zane like he’s your last lifeline‘.
Then she giggled
“Remember how you begged him to fly you out to see her one last time? You know why he didn’t?”
She waved her phone.
“because he promised to take me to the coast that day. We watched the sunset together. This kiss photo? Taken right then.
Her words hit me slowly, like cracks spreading through glass. The more they sank in, the more something inside me started to boil.
She’d known. She knew what she was doing when she showed me that photo. When she talked about the helicopter. My grandmother. That day I’d begged Zane–on my knees–to let me see her one last time
And he chose Nina.
The weight of it all pressed down on me. My jaw clenched, fists tightening at my sides as the room spun with heat and rage. My wolf stimed, growling low inside me, just as my self–control snapped.
“You think this is funny?” I hissed. “You think tearing down what little I have left makes you what? His Luna?”
Nina raised her brows, smiling like a snake. “I don’t need to be Luna. I already have everything.
“You have nothing.” I snapped, “You’re a parasite. A leech clinging to scraps!”
