Chapter 12
“Who wouldn’t want a perfect Luna like Aurora?” Kane casually remarked. Then, turning to me, he added with that infuriating smirk, “Once you become Luna, our packs will have plenty of business to discuss.”
I watched as Giana’s face crumpled, tears welling in her eyes before she burst into sobs. Without a word, she turned and ran off, her blonde hair streaming behind her.
Raymond’s expression darkened instantly. He shot Kane a furious glance before immediately chasing after her, not even sparing me a backward glance. The way he prioritized her over everything else brought a familiar ache to my chest.
I shot Kane a lethal glare. “You’re just adding fuel to the fire–you love watching chaos, don’t you?”
Kane’s lips curved into that infuriating smirk I’d grown to detest. Standing there with his perfectly tailored suit and calculating eyes, he looked every bit the predator he was.
“And you love playing the saint,” he countered, his voice silky with amusement. “But let’s be real- Raymond will never appreciate your kindness. I actually helped you, and you don’t even see it.”
The worst part was that deep down, I knew he was right. No matter what I did for Raymond, he would always choose Giana. Still, I wasn’t about to give Kane the satisfaction of knowing he’d struck a nerve.
“This is between me and Raymond,” I said, my voice sharp enough to cut glass. “I don’t need you
interfering.”
“Is that so?” Kane stepped closer, invading my personal space in that way he always did. “Because from where I’m standing, you could use someone in your corner.”
“And that someone is you?” I scoffed, taking a step back. “Please.”
Our argument escalated, tension crackling between us like electricity before a storm. I could feel the eyes of passing pack members on us, but I was too angry to care about appearances.
“At least I’m honest about who I am,” Kane said, his eyes suddenly serious. “Can you say the same about your precious Raymond? Or yourself, for that matter?” (1
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I demanded, hating how his words seemed to cut straight through my
defenses.
“It means you’re living in a fantasy, Aurora. Playing the perfect fiancée to a man who runs after another woman right in front of you. At least I don’t pretend to be something I’m not.”
I opened my mouth to retort when Kane’s phone rang. He broke eye contact to check the screen, his entire demeanor shifting in an instant. When he answered, his voice dropped into that easy, flirtatious
tone I’d heard him use countless times.
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